OneDFanfix28
TRIGGER WARNING: mentions: physical abuse of a child, death from reckless driving, grief, reflection on self harm, discussions of bad mental health
Louis has lived in Doncaster his whole life. His dad left when he was little so it was him and the girls against the world, but a year ago, a tragic accident struck the family, and with Louis feeling like he was to blame, his heart was shattered into pieces. He didn't talk about it, until one day the most beautiful boy he'd ever seen walked through the doors of Doncaster high. He was a small boy with unruly curls and he seemed to be on the younger end of the year group, but what caught Louis was his dazzling emerald green eyes and his (according to Louis) "super hot name"; Harry Styles, but what he didn't know was that Harry had his own backstory too. A house he'd barely escaped from, how he'd been from Holmes chapel, moved to London and almost died. Would these boys find comfort in each other's presence? Would they open up to one another? Would they form a bond greater than any other? Yes. Yes they would. But sometimes healing isn't linear, and sometimes the people who save you aren't meant to stay forever, just long enough to get you out of the deep end.