Ice Breaks, Fire's Warm, I'm Yours

"Weather warning for Northern England, expect high winds, minus five degrees weather, and a snow storm of up to three inches of snow an hour. This will be the biggest snow storm we will see in the twenty first century history. Legal forces are instructing everyone to stay home, more news, coming up next."

"Well, shit," Louis deadpans, biting at a thumbnail.

"Guess we're here for a while, then," I mutter back, leaning back into the sofa.

"God, this is going to be torture."

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When Niall asks Harry to housesit for one of his family member's cottage up North, for the weekend, Harry is surprised to see that his housemate will be the one he despises the most.

Louis-fucking-Tomlinson.

They instantly begin bickering once they step foot in the house, and it's all they can do from ripping each other's heads off.

But things go from bad, to worse, when a red warning of snow storms-the worst the country has ever seen- hits full force, and they're made to stay there until it passes over.

How long will it take until one of them eventually snaps?

Or is there something different fate has decided for these two boys?

(A fluffy Larry Stylinson fanfic with the enemies to lovers trope)