In which, Louis and Harry begin innocent sexting that always lead to nights of hair tugging and moans of each others names. (Every chapter is a different story unless it's a part 2!) All works are mine unless stated otherwise.
Harry: Ass pic. Naked ass pic. Louis: No. Where the biggest fuckboy in school, Harry, ask for nudes.
Louis is a principal dancer with The Royal Ballet. When his rival, moody dance prodigy, Harry, joins the company, old wounds are reopened and old passions reignited. During the company's production of Swan Lake the secret that doomed their love is finally revealed, but will it be too late? [COMPLETED]
"you're so small." as if to prove his point, louis squeezed harry tightly in his arms, and harry just scrunched up a little bit, snuggling his head impossibly farther into louis' chest. "my pretty paper doll." and when louis squeezed him again, placing a shaky, yet warm kiss on harry's cold forehead, harry felt his he...