trich {l.s. au}

louis was diagnosed with trichotillomania at the mere age of thirteen. he's suffered from it ever since, pulling out any hair he can find on his body- arm hair, leg hair, head hair, eyebrows, eyelashes, and sometimes even his pubes.

he began with pulling out his eyelashes- they were long and easy to get at. now, he's recovered from that spot and his long lashes are fanning over his cheekbones.

after a month or two of the eyelash pulling, he started to pull out his eyebrows. however, they weren't of much interest to him, so he moved on to leg hair and arm hair, which he still pulls at from time to time. so, what was his focus now?

head hair.

he's pulled so many of them, it's impossible to count. there's a feeling of satisfaction every time he pulls out a hair. sometimes it'll have a root attached to it, which will send a cool, tingling feeling throughout his body. there's bald patches all over his head, but he doesn't care- he can cover it all up with one of his many hats. nobody at school knows he exists, so it's not difficult to understand that not one person has said anything about his constant wearing of beanies and baseball caps.

that is, until harry styles comes along.

new story, woohoo! but this one isn't happy or thrilling. it's quite depressing, really, but there is a reason I'm writing this, which I will reveal at the end.

each chapter in this story will be short- like a poem or something. also, this story is lowercase intended.

This story, although it will contain larry, is mainly focused on louis.

Please be aware that there will be trigger warnings. I may go a bit into detail at some points. Stay safe, stay beautiful. I love you all.