Though the world looks down upon it, I can't help it. My love for the little lad was strong. That every time I saw his beautiful face I couldn't help but feel giddy. Nothing he could ever do would ever make me hate him. He could probably put me in the hospital, almost dead, and I would still forgive him. It sounds bad and obsessive but I can't help it.
I was helpless, a fool in love, a wreck; all because of that sweet face. I never really thought I would get myself in this deep. I kept telling myself that it was just some simple crush and I would get over it. I was wrong, so very very wrong. My crush for the small blue eyed lad grew before my consent.
But sadly my love for him just stays with me. My unspoken words wanting to be free, but getting caught each time an opportunity comes. I was pathetic, really I was. But who really couldn't be a pathetic sap when it came to Louis Tomlinson?
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FanfictionHarry has loved Louis forever and Louis just doesn't know. {warning!: sensitive material such as: self harm, talks of depression and suicide.}
