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Pretty Boy
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Continúa, Has publicado ago 14, 2020
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"Nice boots, Chelsea," he said.
"That's not my name," Harry responds automatically. Harry instantly knew he was talking to him because of his signature Chelsea boots. He was the only person at this party that had taste obviously.  As he turned around to see the owner of the Donny accent he was faced with the most beautiful face he has ever laid eyes on. The boy had crystal blue eyes in which  Harry would willingly let himself get lost in forever. His hair was feathered across his forehead that was held up by some kind of product. Harry could see tattoos littered across his arms due to the black sleeveless muscle tee he had on. Harry was shocked to say the least. In the best way possible.
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My heart was beating and adrenaline was running through my body at a thousand miles per second. My hand wrapped around the door knob, but then I was pulled back painfully by my arm. I was whipped around and was face to face with a pissed off Louis. "Where do you think you're going, love?" He asked, and I gulped at how dark his voice sounded. The sane part of me was absolutley terrified of it, and I didn't like it, but the part of me that thought Louis was incredible was so turned on by his dark side. "Answer the question." He said as he squeezed my wrist tighter, and I winced a bit, but I didn't answer the question. "Were you trying to leave? Were you trying to run away from me?" He asked, and I felt his nails digging into my skin. I gave a small yelp of pain and then he was dragging me harshly by my arm down the hall again. He passed the room that I was staying in before and opened another door that was three doors down. He pushed me inside, and I couldn't see a thing. The room was completely dark. I began to breath faster because I've never been a big fan of the dark. I hated it. I didn't like what I couldn't see. I jumped as I felt a hand on my waist and my breath caught as I felt a surge of electricity run through me. I felt him pull me closer to him until my back was against his chest. His lips rubbed against my ear and he slowly whispered out "You can't leave, Harry. You're never gonna get away. I'm not gonna let you."
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Louis and Harry grew up together in a quiet rural town just outside of London. From the very beginning, Louis felt an unexplainable pull toward Harry-something he didn't fully understand until years later, when he realized it had always been a crush. Harry, charming but a little air-headed, never seemed to notice the lingering glances or the subtle, affectionate touches Louis gave without thinking. Then, just days before their high school graduation, while hanging out like they always did, Louis-tired of hiding, aching with the weight of unspoken feelings-finally confessed his love. It backfired completely. Harry didn't feel the same. Worse, he admitted he wouldn't be attending the same university as they'd always planned- he was moving away. No warning. No real goodbye. Crushed and bitter, Louis spent his first year of college drifting-isolated, numb, unable to move past the heartbreak of losing his best friend and first love all at once. So, how do you recover from someone who was your everything? It's not until senior year that he sees him again: a painfully familiar face in a place he never expected. After all this time, after all that hurt... how is Louis supposed to react? Can his now fragile, stitched-up heart take it?