"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...
Harry used to be popular, but he got tired of all the fake people around him. So one day he moved to London to change everything. But at night he stayed as Harry. Or the one where Harry works at a bar and has a secret. But what will happen when he meets a punk with a warm and childish heart?
"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}