A condition brought them together, but it's far from what you'd expect.
Harry Styles is a simple, seventeen year-old student - a boy exploring his sexuality with different partners, but who never knew what to be in love is.
Louis Tomlinson is a weal...
A/n: I can't freaking believe this story has over 2K comments... Wow, you guys blow my mind. 😍🙈 Love you all.
Plus, I'm seriously thinking of changing the book's name. Tell me what you think and if you have suggestions I'd be glad to hear them.
P.S: I started working at it literally consumes all my days lately, and I haven't had much free time to write, here's why I took ages to update. Being an adult sucks, kids.
P.S.S: 'Miss You' is my favorite Louis song so far.
P.S.S.S: I quit my job.
P.S.S.S.S: I just came to realize I haven't updated in nearly 2 months. I'm literally the worse writer in here...
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One day. He was one day away from his birthday and, for some reason, he wasn't feeling the sudden grip of anxiety mixed with great happiness and excitement that he used to feel when he was younger. Not that he was a narcissist, but he always loved his birthday and spending time with his family and friends that truly cared for him with a special note that day. Because sometimes he felt so alone and misunderstood that when "his day" came it was like a healed wound; like that loneliness never existed.
Yet this year was different. Louis would be there for him and, even if his family didn't accept their relationship, he still had him to run away with.
I just hope everything goes well... he sighs.
Lottie's album was playing through the speakers, pop/rock tunes sung by the softest mezzo-soprano voice imaginable filling the emptiness of the room. As any big fan of music, he had to give it a try, and it was surprisingly good. Like a calmer, deeper Avril Lavigne with marvelous lyrics.
Out of nowhere - possibly from the mention of Lottie calling up the subject of the song, he remembers he had yet to dial his grandma. And so he does.
"Hey, sweetie. How are you?" She says, the same warm, elevated voice ameliorating his day through the line.
"I'm good, Nan. And you? How's grandpa?"
"That's a nice thing to hear. We're doing fine, Hazzy. Your grandpa's lounging by the pool, almost fried like bacon, because he insists he doesn't need a higher protection sunscreen. But you know, he's always been stubborn as a storm."
"Yes." He chuckles as he easily heard the noisy splashes onto water and chatter in the background, and he could picture it in his head perfectly. Secretly, he was a little jealous because he had yet another dull, windy day of school and he actually missed the sun and the warm breeze of holidays abroad.
"Speaking of stubborn, how's your mother?"
"She's great too, but with lots of work at the office as usual." Harry finds himself rolling his eyes at his messy wardrobe, coming to realize he didn't like the fact that his mum still didn't spend much time at home and with him. But what could he do? The last thing he wished was for her to go through another breakdown.
