"loosing innocence is easy, but growing up is hard to face."
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cream colored walls, and the smell of mocha.
hot chocolate curls, kind green eyes.
alone at a table, distracted by a pretty boy with pale skin and a lovely smile.
curiosity and admiration,
but an empty pocket.
tired eyes, a swollen cheek.
an urge to give up.
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pumpkin spice | l.s
Fanfictionin which harry notices louis sitting alone at a table with tears in his eyes and brings him a pumpkin spice latte after his shift. lowercase intended!
