FORGOTTEN THE TASTE
AND THE SMELL
OF THE WORLD THAT HE
LEFT BEHIND.
.
"and that's why it was so difficult.
when max left, i had literally nothing,
she was the only thing happy i had in
my entire life. i've had eating disorders
since i was little because of my mother
and i've had constant anxiety because
of my father. i think he hated me most.
but i was lucky enough because it seemed
as though he hated my mother more.
i got everything. in his will, including his house,
which is still mine, completely paid off. i don't
know why i didn't stay there. but i needed to
be out of the place that was the center of
everything i hated so much.
i just shut myself off, shut everyone out,
i packed a small bag, got all my accounts in
order so i was set for life, basically. and left.
i would flirt with older men that would buy me pink
and fruity drinks. my lips were always sinfully red.
that's why when i became a stripper my name was the same.
i didn't tell the other guys this, i think it's a little degrading.
i was also deemed 'ms don't touch me' by the customers.
they were never allowed to touch.
but when i left, when i left i lost myself in the sex, and drugs
and the older men i had an affinity for.
i smoked all the time to get rid of the pain i held in my heart,
and as they pounded into me, i was numb.
i always used protection though, i wasn't stupid, you know?
and then i left it all, the glorious parties, the men. i was
done with my gluttony and selfishness. i think i deserved it...
i knew i deserved it."
i swallow.
"then i met liam, and everything changed"
i looked at louis, who was watching me.
my
heart
is
going
to
fall
out
of
my
chest.
"you're stronger than you admit, harry.
and you did deserve it, but now,
you deserve something more."
and he kisses me.
the
kiss
is
so
beautiful.
he
is
right.
he
is
right.
"be selfish"
he breathes on my lips.
"be selfish with me"
i blink,
and slot my lips
nto his
without another word.
YOU ARE READING
HURRICANE
Fanfiction[ larry; completed ] he was just a hurricane of self destruction, troubled by the ghosts of his past, devoid of the color that he once possessed. yet he lives on, walking with the universe on his shoulders...
