harry;
i am literally walking along the side of an abandoned -by the looks of it- road.
i miss home.
i miss my bed.
i miss louis.
i think i've stayed away for long enough.
a car approaches me and i jump back in surprise, "where you going, boy?"
i smile at him, "home."
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THIS IS REALLY SHORT FOR A REASON AND YOU'RE REALLY GONNA HATE ME FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER BUT I NEED DRAMA FOR THE PLOT, OKAY?
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photograph; stylinson
Fanfic[ COMPLETED ] ❝When I'm away, I will remember how you kissed me, under the lamppost back on sixth street, hearing you whisper through the phone, "Wait for me to come home."❞ or the one where harry runs away with a mere photograph of louis in his poc...
