"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. - {not my story} COMPLETED
Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature...
"prefer to not speak, because speech only creates mayhem." started writing - 14th of jan completed - 21st of oct
one had gone and the rest were falling apart. - warning: this book will have mentions of suicide and depression, please don't read this if it's going to trigger anything. you've been warned. - luxjzl; 12.08.16 completed; 12.09.16
