[fem!larry ; completed] Harry nearly chokes when she realizes that Louis is wearing a crop top. A striped little thing that showcases the small swell of her breasts and her flat and -overwhelmingly aesthetically pleasing- stomach. She's also wearing a choker. Which. You know. Is fine. Harry is fine. Harry is totally fine and semi-exclusive with Nick Grimshaw -who is intensely fit and also a lad that Harry has had a crush on for literal years- and she is totally, not at all attracted to the semi-punk rock girl that broke her phone. That doesn't mean that she can't try to be mates with her, though. And that's what she will do. Half of her kind of wants to prove Louis wrong, that she is more than a 'smart, pretty type' of person that doesn't associate with 'punk rock slackers' like her. They are totally a good fit to be good mates, Harry is sure of it. She also kind of wants to have a little bit more of a peek into the alluring enigma that is Louis Tomlinson, but that's something that only Harry and her cat has to know. ((aka: the fem!larry punk rock/flower child au that no one asked for but i decided to write anyways.))

No llores, Michael. Detesto verte llorar. Sé que he cometido errores, después de todo soy solo otro chico estúpido. Y verte llorar es la cosa más dolorosa que me puedes hacer. No llores Mikey. -~-~-~-~- Esta es una especie de One Shot más o menos inspirado en la canción Another Sad Song de Lower Than Atlantis.