February {l.s}
- Leituras 1,555
- Votos 84
- Capítulos 6
Concluída ter, dez 23, 201427m
"I know that this instrument isn't only wood and strips of metal, it comes alive. It burns and singes. It sings and cries. It heals my mental scars and wounds with its soft melody."
/almaceleste2014
short story
Todos os Direitos Reservados
#373
february
Junte-se a maior comunidade de histórias do mundoTenha recomendações personalizadas, guarde as suas histórias favoritas na sua biblioteca e comente e vote para expandir a sua comunidade.
Talvez você também goste
ROCKSTAR
"And love? Have you ever been in love before? Got your heart broken?" "I think... maybe?" "If you have to think, it was not love, Louis. Love is pain. Love is passion. Love is fury. Love is hunger. Heartbreak is the fire that causes a mere singer to transform into an artist. The day you know pain, the day you will feel the burn of getting your heart broken, is the day you will find the answer to your question." or Where Louis is trying to get his heart broken to become a true musician and Harry Styles is the certified heartbreaker of the uni according to Louis' mates.Concluída
Accidently in love
Hello dear people, here I am again. This is a new attempt to bring the chaos and ideas in my head to (digital) paper in a story about friendship, courage, and hope for true love. Trigger Warning: May contain traces of smut, coarse language, mentions of homophobia, illness, and death. --- **The Changing Seasons** Meeting you was like spring. Sun rays, the first green, and delicate blooms of a feeling I thought the snow and cold had buried. Getting to know you was like summer. I began to burn for you, more and more each day, each meeting like a mild evening by the lake that never wanted to end. Seeing you with her was like autumn. The strength that slowly but steadily leaves the leaves. The hope that crumbles and lies on the rain-wet ground. Losing you was like winter. Cold and icy, seemingly never-ending, swallowing every light. And when I thought I'd find joy in the snow masses, they turned into gray, slippery mud. Here comes spring again, hope blossoms anew, only to be torn apart once more.Concluída
Live|Laugh|No Love
I dont want love, I dont need love, and Im damn sure not going to give love. There is no love in me. So I thought. Until him.Concluída
Broken- A Larry Stylinson AU
"He's a delicate thing. Like a rose. He's gorgeous but he has his thorns. Fresh as dew. I just want to bundle him up in warmth and keep him happy, always." Cover credits to @harryonmen on Twitter © larryslittlest 2015. All rights reservedConcluída
Tell Me When it Hurts *ORIGINAL*
This is the ORIGINAL version of Tell Me When it Hurts - not edited, but somewhat loved.Concluída
Undone, Undress (Larry Stylinson)
Louis' new roommate is shy, skittish, and flinches at the slightest sounds. He's an art major who gets drunk on cherry wine, wears lacy lingerie, and shows up late at night covered in bruises that blossom across his skin like flowers. Obviously something is wrong. Louis just doesn't know what it is.Concluída
"And love? Have you ever been in love before? Got your heart broken?" "I think... maybe?" "If you have to think, it was not love, Louis. Love is pain. Love is passion. Love is fury. Love is hunger. Heartbreak is the fire that causes a mere singer to transform into an artist. The day you know pain, the day you will feel the burn of getting your heart broken, is the day you will find the answer to your question." or Where Louis is trying to get his heart broken to become a true musician and Harry Styles is the certified heartbreaker of the uni according to Louis' mates.
Mais detalhesDiretrizes de Conteúdo