shit. harry liked louis. it was overcomingly and crushingly obvious. he didn't know how he could've missed it before. this was bad. the butterflies in the pit of his stomach when louis' face brightened at his words had to go. the intractable need to smile when he spotted louis after a long day of anguish and hurt had to go. he couldn't be attached to someone who held no strings. he couldn't.
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p h o s p h e n e s || l.s.
Fanfictionin a world where harry has unhealthy nightmares and louis is the surprising solution. tw for suicidal tendencies, eating disorders, depression, anxiety, and abuse
