Laces // L.S short story

Peach, Navy, And Teal

He hated flowers;

He hated light;

No one knew why;

But no one even tried.

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Harry laid on the bed; out of breath and panting. He just had sex. You see, as a famous person, he began to realize that many people liked him. Some of them wanted to fuck him. How could he and his lonely soul deny that?

He got up, pulling on his skinny jeans and sweater. The random guy he picked up didn't bother asking him why he was leaving. Harry was just a fuck, nothing more.

On a better note, Harry had lost seven pounds. It was Friday. He was grateful actually, he wasn't that fat anymore. He actually thought he was normal for once. But, that's if you consider almost thirty pounds underweight normal. He walked outside of the stranger's hotel, walking into the afternoon's brightness.

He had a practice to go to, just before the preformance. This performance was pointe. Meaning that it was the kind dancers did on the very tips of their toes. His body felt tired from the pleasurable experience, and his legs, arms, and everything else was just sore.

But the show must go on.

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Harry spun his last turn, and sharply posed into a beautiful position. The music stopped. The crowd cheered. Harry posed. Louis spoke.

"That was great. Wasn't it great?" Louis told his mum, who was clapping beside him.

She nodded, ignoring him a little bit. The ruby red curtains shut, signaling the end of the preformance. His mum got up without a word, leaving Louis confused. "Where are you going?" He questioned. No reply. She walked out of the room. "Oh, I'll just stay here." He said, mostly to himself.

There was a lady on his other side;

He began talking to her, but she ignored him too. It hurt, a lot. But he had to speak. He felt like he was going to explode if he didn't do so. After a while, she left too. Louis wanted to disappear.

He couldn't help it.

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Harry felt sick. He needed to throw up. He needed to empty his stomach, even though there was nothing there to empty out. He ran off the stage after the curtains shut, heading over to the bathrooms. Inside, he began to hurl, spitting things that definatly didn't look like food. He didn't get scared. He thought it was just a side effect of getting skinnier.

While on his way in there, he didn't notice the blue eyed boy staring at himself in the mirror.When the curly haired boy stepped outside of the stall, he finally saw him.

Harry watched him; Louis watched back. All of a sudden, they stopped watching through the mirror.

Crash.

Down went fallen glass.

Harry just watched the shiny objects fall to the floor, emotionless. Louis just stood, ignoring the blood ushering out of his knuckles.

"Why?" Harry asked.

"I talk too much."

He couldn't help it.

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