"I'm Louis, what are you in for?" He spoke of the waiting room as if it were a jail. Maybe it is. or Harry was diagnosed with Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis (ALS) at the age of seventeen. Louis was a boy who made him forget.

Ever since he left home, Harry lives by three simple rules. 1. Don’t get in deep shit. 2. Don’t talk to strangers. 3. Don’t trust a thief. Everything goes to hell when he meets Louis.

the tale of how a depressed rich kid fell terribly in love with the new kid, who skateboared and wore oversized sweaters religiously. he wrote poems about it in his ruined notebook; the notebook that changed everything © 2014 divurge all rights reserved warnings: suicidal mentions, self-harm, abuse, depression.

"he sprinkled me in pixie dust and told me to believe."

"You have the whole fucking world. What more could you want?" short story. warnings: swearing, anorexia.

the monsters weren’t under his bed, in his head, or hiding in the depths of his closet. the monsters were in plain sight, a great delight, on display at a travelling circus.

With his water and wind abilities, Louis is a normal High School student, albeit his powers are a little - a lot - more powerful than the other student's. When he runs into his dangerous, predestined soulmate, his life gets twisted in ways he never imagined... He has to save him, but he only has Seven Minutes...

*discontinued* in which louis has tourette's and harry finds him entrancing. |lowercase intended|