His savior(H.S)
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"Harry this is wrong" I say as his lips travelled down to the soft skin of my neck
"shh babe,Louis won't find out and thank you for saving me that day"he whispered
I nodded, my forehead touching his
"Just keep holding me this way" I whispered desperate for his touch
"Forever" he promised
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These Small Hours. (Larry Stylinson One Shot: May trigger.)
Harry and Louis never had secrets, they never kept anything hidden form each other. That's always how it's been. That's what Louis thought, at least. Harry knew something different. After a concert, a signing, being out with the boys, or just everyday really, he into the bathroom, locking the door and repeating his everyday cycle. He cut, anywhere he'd like. Mostly his arms. Then, he'd force himself to throw up any meal or snack he had that day. He would swallow two pain killers, that he saved for the night he couldn't take life anymore, to make him feel numb. He comes home one night, crying to Louis and spilling everything to him. After that, so many things happen in those small hours; the small hour that will change everybody's lives, whether it be good or bad. In the end, it doesn't matter how someone acts, it's their heart that really matters.Concluida
Walk on Water or Drown
(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.Concluida
Into Your Arms
"I'm sorry." I managed to croak. I reached out to touch his hand but he retracted it quickly and harshly. "What the fuck are you thinking? You love me, Penny." He yelled, looking at me sternly as I felt them again. Tears prickled at my eyes, I felt it again. All the pain was rushing back and it was because I realized in that moment that I was hurting the one I loved most. Harry. I loved Harry. But what was I supposed to do? Tell him now, when he was so mad at me. He leaned down to me and kissed me, but I couldn't react. I didn't, I didn't move, I didn't reach up to wrap my arms around him and my lips didn't feel. "Fucking react!" He yelled as he pulled away, making me cover my eyes with my forearm and roll over and cry. "I'm done Penny, either you love me or you don't. It's me or Louis. Make up you're mind." He told me before getting up and I saw Louis had left. He probably couldn't stand me or Harry. I couldn't stand myself. I was pathetic, weeping as I felt myself mutter. "I do love you."Concluida
Waking Up Alone (L.S)
"Nothing makes you hurt like hurting who you love" Love shouldn't hurt, loving somebody with everything you have shouldn't make you feel like you're dying. Louis feels like he's drowning. He should have known where this was going from the start, he should have been prepared. Now he's waking up in an empty bed, some days he doesn't want to even wake up again. There's a hole in his heart; it's in the shape of Harry. Nothing he does can fill it. Drugs, alcohol, pouring out his heart into songs that Harry probably won't ever hear. When Louis is with him, he feels like he's in heaven. Being alone, that's what he feels he deserves, at least Harry can be happier without him. Maybe if they met at a different time, under different circumstances, he could have saved them. Louis had to do what was best for Harry, but it kills him a little everyday. Louis sees his smile everyday, but he knows it's no longer for him. Someone else makes Harry happier, but Louis wanted it to be him. They could have had forever. Louis would have given Harry everything. "Forget what I said, it's not what I meant" Harry had tried to say, but Louis knew that wasn't the truth. After everything they've been through, Louis still loves him.Concluida
Confused By You - Larry Stylinson
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Survive [Larry Stylinson]
"Louis. You're my guardian angel. You saved my life." I say shakily. My voice is unstable and I can't even recognize it anymore. I squeeze his soft warm hand. His eyes scan every inch of my face before gently pushing my curls back. He shakes his head blankly. Unable to pull his stare away from my lips. "No Harry." He says. "You saved mine." ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° After the sudden death of Harrys sister, Gemma, he finds himself on the top of a building in New York. Him, his mom and his horrible stepdad had lived there for the past year. The torture of his depression and recent loss caused Harry to run away from home. His plan was to commit suicide, but as he was standing on the edge of the rooftop a blue eyed guy rescued him. Louis Tomlinson. Harry then refused to return home so Louis offered him shelter. Let's just say that it sure doesn't take long for Harry to fall in love with this stranger that he's now sharing an apartment with. How would Harry have known that this boy would not only save his life, but change it forever? ~All you need to do is survive~Concluida
The Space Between Us | Larry Stylinson
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If Only You Knew (Larry Stylinson)
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Harry and Louis never had secrets, they never kept anything hidden form each other. That's always how it's been. That's what Louis thought, at least. Harry knew something different. After a concert, a signing, being out with the boys, or just everyday really, he into the bathroom, locking the door and repeating his everyday cycle. He cut, anywhere he'd like. Mostly his arms. Then, he'd force himself to throw up any meal or snack he had that day. He would swallow two pain killers, that he saved for the night he couldn't take life anymore, to make him feel numb. He comes home one night, crying to Louis and spilling everything to him. After that, so many things happen in those small hours; the small hour that will change everybody's lives, whether it be good or bad. In the end, it doesn't matter how someone acts, it's their heart that really matters.
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