a story about me  l.s.

a story about me l.s.

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"i cant believe youre making me do this, alex." louis' voice was strained, tears falling onto his almost pale cheeks. "babe, keep your chin up. let's face it, you need help and this is a good place to start. im sure it'll be fine. now go on, you dont wanna be late." the way alex smiled was not reassuring at all. it made louis feel like alex wanted him gone, and louis couldnt do anything about it even if he tried. he would have to be locked away from the rest of the world for a full thirty days in a rehab full of other people with the same "tendencies" as louis. (or the AU where louis happens to be suicidal and in a very unhealthy relationship with a boy who really doesnt care about anything except getting laid, and meets a very crazy but lovable and caring harry in the rehab facility that he gets stuffed into against his will. and well, as they say, the rest just kind of happened.)
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They say when the sun sets, sunflowers face each other. But what if there was no other sunflower to turn to? What if each sunflower had been plucked out, leaving one to its misery, lone and terrified, with no kind of its own, a cruel world in its waiting, the sun never shining again? It dies. A part of Harry died the day his father first raised a fist on him, then another part when his mum passed. A part went along when he slept with his boyfriend for the very first time. He did not say no, he did not say yes either. Then went a part when the fickle thing that hope was crept into him the first day he moved in with his boyfriend Carl, away from his father and the town he despised truly, wishing for a better tomorrow, only to have it torn away from him with broken glasses of a beer bottle piercing his skin the very night because he didn't serve Carl his beer chilled. He died completely when Carl collapsed in front of him, face twisted inhumanely, mouth dripping foam. Or When the weight of the world crushes Harry beneath it, he finds himself rescued by an alpha who ran out of sugar.

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