harry found himself wanting it to be the middle of the night all the time. every waking second of his, he wanted to be lying in the field beside the still just as mysterious boy. they never spoke much. just a few smiles exchanged and ineffable gazes directed towards each other. and as much as harry wanted to say something, he didn't dare break the silence that felt like home.
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p h o s p h e n e s || l.s.
Fanficin a world where harry has unhealthy nightmares and louis is the surprising solution. tw for suicidal tendencies, eating disorders, depression, anxiety, and abuse
