Maybe life was a little like wet paint. You could just sit there and watch it dry, or you can take it and make something better out of it. Change all of it until what you originally made is something totally knew.
"Why do you do that?" he gulps. I feel my breath hitch in my throat. "It helps me keep control of the I way feel inside." "Promise you'll never do this again?" he asks. "Promise," I say, hiding my two chubby fingers that are crossed behind my back. ⚠️TW⚠️ eating disorders, sexual assault, self harm, suicide attempt...
In this fan-fiction, you meet Paul and Danny on their free world tour. You are nervous, and you expect to have a few precious seconds with them where you will meet and then never talk to them again in real life, as you are just one of many in the crowd. But, unlike your expectations, something better unfolds...