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Thirty Cold Days
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Continúa, Has publicado dic 17, 2013
Taylor Cross has never experienced real winters, her idea of winters is more or less inspired by the countless hours spent on tumblr reblogging pretty snow winter pictures. According to her winter is perfect and pretty.
Then she moves to London for uni and all those thoughts go right out of the window because in reality winter is harsh and cold and just very,very cold.

During December the university gives a leave of thirty days, Taylor's first holiday in winters is spent huddled in her dorm room with a cherry red nose and around twenty blankets.
During one of her hopeless ventures outside her dorm room she meets him, someone famous, someone who loves winters, that someone being Louis Tomlinson.

He shows her the perfect winter,her pretty snow flakes winter she imagined, and all this in thirty cold days.
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Nina gets obliged to move from her home town. Leaving her family, friends and most importantly football team behind. After being the captain of her team she gets put face to face with the hardships of starting it all over again, from scratch, from ZERO. Will she get back on her feet? What would Louis Tomlinson have to do with her recovery journey? What will happen if she fails? Will she go back leaving her new experience behind? ↭ "For how long have you been fucking him?" I heard from behind me and rolled my eyes. "You back at this again?" "I never left it Nina. You know what really hurts is that I genuinely thought you had a little bit of sanity and cared in the slightest way about me. My feelings!" He said. But I do care, I like myself around him. "Okay even if I did that's none of your business! It was long before I even started liking you!" "What the fouck is that supposed to mean? You were going out with me while shagging another lad?" "I wasn't shagging!" I gritted. "I even turned him down because I'd feel guilty" "Yes were!" "Fine! He was a better shag at least, he's not making a big deal of everything and shouting all the time!" I retorted impulsively, as soon as I realized what I just said Louis's eyes were looking down. I didn't mean it. "I'm sorry, this is over. You can go back to him, you don't have to feel guilty for me." Louis said tumbling. "L... Louis" I tried. He walked away. I lost him. ↭ Cover by~ KattyMonsmert Thanks alot bbe, I can't thank you enough.
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Hello dear people, here I am again. This is a new attempt to bring the chaos and ideas in my head to (digital) paper in a story about friendship, courage, and hope for true love. Trigger Warning: May contain traces of smut, coarse language, mentions of homophobia, illness, and death. --- **The Changing Seasons** Meeting you was like spring. Sun rays, the first green, and delicate blooms of a feeling I thought the snow and cold had buried. Getting to know you was like summer. I began to burn for you, more and more each day, each meeting like a mild evening by the lake that never wanted to end. Seeing you with her was like autumn. The strength that slowly but steadily leaves the leaves. The hope that crumbles and lies on the rain-wet ground. Losing you was like winter. Cold and icy, seemingly never-ending, swallowing every light. And when I thought I'd find joy in the snow masses, they turned into gray, slippery mud. Here comes spring again, hope blossoms anew, only to be torn apart once more.