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Secret of the past

Secret of the past

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Nazywam się Niall Horan, kiedy miałem 20 lat, 22 Grudnia 2012 roku wyjechałem z mojego rodzinnego miasta Sand Point na Alasce po wydarzeniach, które zupełnie odmieniły moje życie do Los Angeles. Mimo, że minęły 4 lata od tego, co się tam wydarzyło, nadal nie umiem sobie z tym poradzić. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Zapraszamy na naszego one shot'a. Informacje zawarte w opowiadaniu są tylko i wyłącznie wytworem naszej wyobraźni.
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(You got here just in time to let me know I was worth saving) Everything is different, yet so eerily comfortable and the same. There's silence for a moment, and everything is still like the world is holding it's breath and waiting for the right moment to exhale. And then Louis is choking and gasping and his eyes are so wide and innocent and blue like deep pools of azure sea water in the Caribbean and Harry is chanting his name, whispering it softly into the air like a prayer. He rolls Louis on to his side and helps him clear the water from his lungs and he doesn't stop saying his name: Louis, Louis, Louis. He's pulling the older lad's body to his own, sitting him up and wrapping his arms around his shivering frame and rubbing reassuring circles on his back with his thumb and he still doesn't stop because all he can think about is: Louis, Louis, Louis.

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