evil [h.s]

evil [h.s]

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evil ˈiːv(ə)l,-vɪl/ adjective profoundly immoral and wicked. A source of evil that has no limits. Pure evil, that has no sense of right or wrong and has set free his inner devil. He was no stranger to sin, he had done it his whole life despite growing up in a religious catholic family. It never felt right to him, nothing did. He didn't feel right. He didn't feel pain. He didn't feel guilt. He was walking evil but he hadn't grown up with an inbuilt sense of mortality like the rest of us. He has a choice, to continue his life the way he is or completely change it after coming out of prison. He only has one thing on his mind. To use her. His only "friend". Ally Parker. Harry Styles. Born to sin or born to kill?
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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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