"yeah, he is sending me feet pics, it's kind of weird," george mumbled to his stream, the slightest bit of embarrassment laced between his words. through george's face cam, dream could see how the bedwars pixels on his monitor illuminated his pale skin in the dullness of his bedroom. dream allowed a smirk to grow across his face, but his heartbeat was pounding in his ears, his leg trembling anxiously underneath his desk. they both knew they weren't feet pics. *purposeful lowercase :) ranks: #955 in dnf, pog! #710 in minecraftyoutubers #573 in minecraftyoutubers :D #803 in dnf yay!! #632 in minecraftyoutubers #442 in dnf #906 in dreamnotfound :)) #109 in dreamnotfound POG #54 in dreamnotfound :,)

George's experience in America, so far, could have been worse. Besides the teasing, occasional shoves, and desperate girls, he'd say that he was just getting by thanks to his three new best friends. But when he meets an exceedingly cocky jock who goes by the name Dream, George starts to question a few things. (this DOES have NSFW in it.)

"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 heart feel that way again, he felt love. a soft flutter, that even the most self control in the world couldn't stop. he loved louis. he loved him even though he didn't want to, he really didn't. okay, maybe a little. *** 1ST PLACE IN THE HOLIDAY 2014 BROMANCE AWARDS FOR FAMOUS LARRY STORIES. #2 in Fanfiction #1 in One Direction

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