"I'll see you next Wednesday at three Harry." My therapist, Tracy, smiled.
"S-see you then." I waved, turning around and immediately crashing into something, or someone. "Oops" I bent over, to help him pick up the papers he had dropped.
Looking up at me through his feathery brown hair, he grinned. "Hi" His eyes were so intriguing that I almost forgot where I was for a second. That is until I realized who he was, Louis Tomlinson. I'd never really talked to him, then again I guess I hadn't ever had the chance to. He was the type of guy who hung out with a bunch of dicks, meaning that he was most likely a dick too. "Hello?" He chuckled.
"Oh..sorry, what did you say?"
"I said 'Hi, my name is Louis, whats yours?' "
"Oh hi, I-I'm Harry.." why would Louis Tomlinson be at a therapists office? His life is perfect.
"Have we met before? You look very familiar."
"Uh, I um..we're in the same h-history class."
"Oh! Yeah you sit in the back right?"
"Yeah, I sit like two seats over from you."
"Right. We-"
"Louis Tomlinson?" a short brunette woman called.
"Shit that's me, uh we should talk more sometime?"
"Y-yeah"
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Broken
Fiksi PenggemarHarry is broken. Louis' life seems perfect. One day the two boys cross paths. When Louis can't get the tall, quiet, curly haired boy out of his head he decides he has to be friends with him. [Trigger Warning: self harm, eating disorder, gay slurs.]
