"It's hard letting go. I'm finally at peace but it feels wrong." {Under going editing. It's being rewritten from the beginning, grammatical errors are being fixed. Should be completely edited and polished by December}
✓ (TRIGGER WARNING: Contains self harm, attempt in suicide, suicidal thoughts, ect.) Harry and Louis. Larry Stylinson. They were the ship of dreams. Until they came out to their management. Desperate to keep the love between the boys a secret they found Eleanor Calder. An old friend of Harry's to be Louis' fake...
"He likes girls, you like girls... interesting." or: harry likes feminine boys, louis like kissing lips that are lovely, zayn spends most of his time chain smoking and etching lyrics into walls, liam arrests innocent people and niall loves love, especially when it involves his two best friends.
"you're so small." as if to prove his point, louis squeezed harry tightly in his arms, and harry just scrunched up a little bit, snuggling his head impossibly farther into louis' chest. "my pretty paper doll." and when louis squeezed him again, placing a shaky, yet warm kiss on harry's cold forehead, harry felt his he...
❝What are your dreams, young man?❞ ❝I- I don't know, sir..❞ He answered, stuttering a bit. ❝I don't know..❞ Harry never expected that such a question would throw him off as much as it did. He didn't expect that he'd be thinking about that same question until three am, or that he would come up with something as cr...
