"Stay," Harry whispers desperately, pressing his lips to Louis' temple like he can somehow ease the pain that's blooming there, but he can't make the pain stop and no matter how hard he tries he can't make Louis stay. 0rigin title; hoping this cold blue water scrubs me clean and spits me out again I DID NOT WRITE TH...
"Long eyelashes framed the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen. They were that hue of green that only shows when the sun hits the sea in England at just the right spot, where the sun-rays leave golden specks dancing in the water. Interwoven shades of green, blue and gold hiding the chaotic nature behind them. Never bef...
harry likes pretty pink flowers and louis enjoys ink and piercings. **This story contains possible triggers. Read at your own risk.** started in 2015, finished in 2017. slowly editing.