"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...
❝Bind me. Free me of myself.❞ Louis Tomlinson. Power. He's drowning in it. Louis craves to let go, to be utterly lost in the lure of being in someone else's control. Harry Styles. His body and soul yearn for dominance. All he wants is to be more than the outcast with the freaky scars on his arms. ❝Rope is for pleas...
"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}