FLICKER /Niall Horan FF./ [ENG]

FLICKER /Niall Horan FF./ [ENG]

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------ENGLISH------ -I'm not sick, lost, just sometime I can see things differently, that I can be myself. But I need a companion that I can really laughing. -Gives wings, if you have for whom. If you have someone, who carry about you, the fight is more beautiful. Who doesn't want give from himself, he will take away everything from himself. Just love can save you. - Wake me up inside, let me believe, that I don't have to hate myself. - But who doesn't dominate on the fears, other dominating on him. You can lose as much things if you can't fight with the fears. Please try to defeat it. No problem if you're sometime afraid or you want help from someone. But you'll lost, if you live with fears. ~You wouldn't have picked me when I was on the floor. You should've caught me when I fell down.~ /Niall Horan/ |Original: Graffiti|
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"H-Harry please!" I cried, my hands placed protectively in front of my face. His eyes darkened, and he grabbed my wrists, pinning them against the wall. His breath rolled over my face, the faint scent of alcohol rolling up my nose. "Shut up." He growled. His short nails dug into my arm and I winced in pain. He released me, and grabbed a handful of my hair instead. I shrieked in pain as he threw me to the ground. Tears pricked my eyes and I squeezed my eyes shut. "Get up." He said. I opened my eyes, and scrambled to my feet quickly. He grabbed the front of my shirt to pull me closer, leaning down to my level. His eyes burned straight through mine. Chills went down my spine and I bit my bottom lip out of fear. "How many times do I have to tell you? You. Are. Mine." -------------------------- In a complex narrative, where Harry wrestles with the voices of schizophrenia, the story unfolds with uncertainty. The question lingers: Will Harry succumb to the relentless voices, potentially breaking down Louis, or will Louis summon the strength to confront the darkness that threatens him and stand resolute in his own defense? The outcome rests upon the delicate interplay of their intertwined fates, a story of mental struggles and strength yet to fully reveal itself.

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