"Blades cut just as deep as words. So what's the harm?"
Maybe if they cared, it would harm. Maybe if every word thrown at him wouldn't drive him closer to his easy way out of the labyrinth of suffering and maybe the new sunshine tomorrow would bring...
DEDICATION TO @MYPFPISAGUCCIFROG CUZ THAT HOE CAN MAKE YOU LAUGH DURING A ZOMBIE APOCOLYPSE. LOVE YAH WIFEY
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The bell rang, signalling the end of art class.
I quickly ran out, only to be stopped by a hand on my shoulder. Please no I have a family dinner tomorrow.
I turned my head, terrified of the punches which were about to be flown in my direction.
I slowly turned around. A huge sigh of relief left my mouth. It was just Harry.
"Hi Louis! I guess we are working together now!" He exclaimed with excitement and must I say; he was fucking loud. But his cheerfulness could not be understood by me. After all it was a school project, wasn't it?
"Hi Harry. Yeah I know, I do have a pair of ears" I replied, unable to mirror his excitement.
I took this chance to stare deep into his eyes. Those emerald orbs were a true example of god's artistic talent. Beautiful . I got lost in that forest that is, until Harry snapped his fingers in front of my face. Fuck Louis. Can't you be more careful?
"You okay there" He asked. "Yeah was just thinking" I replied back, trying to hide my embarrassment.
"So do you wanna hang out at my place afterwards? We can discuss the project too"
The cold air nipped at our noses. But that was the least of my worries.
"M...mm..me?" I couldn't hide my stammers. Harry Styles, the most popular guy in school wanted the loser to go to his house.
"Yeah give me your number. I'll text you the address" he said
"Um I don't have a phone" I tried to hide (again) my embarrassment for the 100th time.
He gave me a confused glance. It was quite a questionable look, but not judgmental.
"Well what'd ya say about you riding back with me?"
Shook-ed. WOAH.
"YEAH SURE" I answered, a little too loudly. People around gave us weird looks.
The way his eyes shined on my answer makes my knees weak. He won't be yours Louis. Stop dreaming. People like him only date basketball players, not a self-harming loser.
I fell asleep in the last period, which was math.
I dreamt of Harry and me, holding hands on the shoreline. Stupid, I know.
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HELLO FROM THE OTHER FUCKING SIDE. DID YA LIKE IT ?DID YA LIKE IT?
honestly I hate people who wake up toooo early its like so depressing cuz I be waking up at 1 in the afternoon
