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Nothing Could Ever Come Between
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    Time 7m
Ongoing, First published Feb 07, 2014
At the age of 20, being severely judged was a regular thing for me at college. I don't understand why though, because I didn't think that having cancer as a teen was a funny thing. It's not okay being laughed at because I have 'lesbian hair'. I needed to shave it off a few years ago since it was falling out. That shit isn't easy. The only people who don't talk down to me is my family and my bestfriend, Seza. To be quite honest, Seza is my sister. Not like blah blah blah we aren't best friends we're sisters! No. She is my actual blood related sister. She has to be the most supporting person I've ever met, but she's actually the one tearing me apart, painfully and slowly. It all started after the new kid showed up, with his mezmorising blue-grey eyes and flawless tan skin. Oh... and his friend, Niall. But nothing could ever come between me and Sez, could it?
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Walk on Water or Drown

9 parts Complete Mature

(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.