Broken Walls | H.S | [Discontinued]

Broken Walls | H.S | [Discontinued]

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"You're not alone, Nigella. I'm with you always" "I know Harry, but even our own shadow leaves us in darkness. I don't want pain anymore" "Baby, pain will just be a word, if you let me show you the shape of my heart for you. Now shush and let me kiss you" +++ Harry broke down Nigella's walls and when he rubuilt the walls, he made it out of glass so he could show his love. But when Nigella picked up Harry's broken pieces to mend them together, she ended up stinging her self with the shards. Love was something they never heard enough. Still they loved each other with all their heart until one day, Harry shut the door to his heart.
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Harry steps closer until they are toe to toe, Louis slightly tilting his head to look into his eyes. They're so close, yet they feel miles away. Louis almost reaches out to see if Harry's really there, to see if he's actually real, but he keeps his hands at his sides. Harry brings his hand up and gently tilts Louis' head a bit more to bring their lips together easily, this being one of the most familiar things to the both of them. Louis brings his hands up to mirror Harry's, but it feels forced somehow. Louis feels his throat closing, his stomach churning, and his eyes aching as they deepen the kiss. He tries to tell himself that this is good, that this is everything that he needs and wants. Because, really, all he needs is a place to call home and his boy. But this doesn't feel like their home and Harry isn't really his boy anymore. Or I got bored over quarantine and decided to write a super sad oneshot between Louis and Harry based on Mitski's song "Bag of Bones," and it accidentally turned into a little book.

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