depression has always reminded him of a little blue sailboat he treasured as a child.Sometimes,he docks it,ties it to a post - right where the cool,cerulean water meets the smooth,sandy beaches.These are his good days.On those days,he feels as if he could burst with all these new-found emotions - love,trust and everything in between.But sometimes the waters get rough.It’s suddenly unhappy,causing the little boat to twist and churn with some unknown need,destroying everything in it’s wake.These are his bad days.On these days,all he wants is to be held tight,squeezed so hard that he could no longer remember.On these days,he just wants to feel loved.And lucky for him,he always was,always has been,and always will be. {{ or the one where harry was genuinely unhappy,and Louis made him feel ok again. }}All Rights Reserved
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