So Harry is a creature of habit and apparently Louis is too.
Because Harry returns late in the night looking fucked out and utterly depressed in a hysteric sort of way, and Louis meets him in the hallway and brings him to his bed to hold him close and let Harry fall into his arms to cry until he falls asleep.
Because Louis strokes his hair like he always does, twisting his fingers into the messy curls at the nape of his neck, and wonders how this came to be.
Because this has happened a million times over, so often that Louis can predict each situation with incredible accuracy, and yet he has never found a way to break the cycle.
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Undone, Undress (Larry Stylinson)
FanfictionLouis' new roommate is shy, skittish, and flinches at the slightest sounds. He's an art major who gets drunk on cherry wine, wears lacy lingerie, and shows up late at night covered in bruises that blossom across his skin like flowers. Obviously some...
