"And words hurt. They make you bleed because they bleed themselves. Because the verb became flesh and lived among us and words incarnated, embodying the same pain we loaded them with. Because Louis spoke just like he bled and bled like what he spoke. And, when speaking about himself, he showed no mercy." Harry didn't know it would cost him life as he had known it until then. And, at first, he thought about it in a more shallow way. In the way drugs come to you to fuck everything up or in the way you go to drugs because everything around you is fucked up, as well. But there was someone else there, at the place where lost souls go to try and redeem themselves, to rehabilitate and reinsert into a society that doesn't want them. Someone whose words hurt when they gave a voice to Harry's thoughts. Who could help dissipate the cloudy veil Harry had purposefully pulled over his eyes. But who needed his feet to feel the ground once again. *** ALSO ON AO3 :))

[COMPLETED] "I don't believe that you exist but there's a wonderful fragrance in the air" For Louis, going to university was an escape. An escape from the shadows and the deafening noise that haunts his nightmares. An escape from the past. What he wasn't expecting to find there was a mirror in the shape of sparkly green. He wasn't expecting to find a way out of himself. Harry never thought that those things that make you lose control and let go of the guilt could be those that he longed for the most. Neither of them was expecting to be saved... *** TW: mentions of death, self harm and mentions of suicide (NOT descriptive) *** Playlist for Under Coloured Trees: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5XfAxKisGHFWJMx2KsDUMY?si=eyRcnBg7TLGg31RHGHd2Qg&utm_source=copy-link ...or "Under Coloured Trees" by A Bell Jar Finished April 2022 YOU CAN ALSO FIND ME AND THIS STORY ON AO3 :)