Lingerie || Larry Stylinson

Forrest green | epilogue

IM SO SORRY I FORGOT TO UPDATE! I'm on vacation okay.....

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Princess didn't wear lingerie anymore. Princess wasn't even Princess anymore, he was now Harry.

Harry had moved to New York after what happened. He didn't want to stay in London, where he was constantly reminded of how his life went from top to bottom in a second. He didn't want to think about him. He couldn't even say his name anymore.

Harry never mentioned him, or his past life. Whenever someone asked him, he just told them about the time before him.

Harry still dreamed about him, sometimes nice dreams, but mostly nightmares. The nightmares consisted of him screaming "help" over and over, and Harry not being able to help him. And then there were gunshots. Many of them. Harry would wake up sweating, and those nights he would put on his last pair of lingerie, the first ones he bought him. He would put them on and he would cry. Harry would cry the entire night, and when it was time for him to go to work, he washed his face and put on a fake smile and acted as if everything was fine. It wasn't. Nothing was fine.

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