So obviously I have decided to repost the story that sometimes keeps me up at night.
I wrote this when I was a child, and well...it shows. However, I look back at this story with fondness, seeming as I wrote it during a happy period of my life. I still hold much fondness over this story, but mostly cringe. I think it serves as a time capsule of my youth, and quite honestly, all of our youths.
Years later, after enduring much teasing, I decided to private it, believing it to be something that just existed as a memory; a decision I later recanted seeming as I would rather it age with me. While it will not age like wine, more like a moldy Hawaiian roll, I want it to still survive on this site that I'm sure many have forgotten or think about it with a passing laugh.
I wrote this knowing nothing about sex, relationships, and writing apparently. However, it was one my first 'published' writings, and now---years later--- I sort of see it as a progression model...if that makes sense.
Anywho, this is a long winded way of me saying: enjoy.
I might un-publish it again, probably not anytime soon, but I hope everyone can read this and cringe, but also think about those happy times (when One Direction was still together lol) where you stayed up all night reading crappy fanfiction that had like 60+ chapters.
For old times' sake:
Melly Belly (gross) says goodbye <3
YOU ARE READING
Under the Tattoos (Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction)
FanfictionUnder ink that was etched permanently in his skin, behind shaggy brown hair and blazing blue eyes. Was just a misunderstood person, who needed love. That's not a bad thing, because he loved me more than I ever loved myself.
