Addicted.
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  • LECTURAS 724
  • Votos 16
  • Partes 9
  • Hora 35m
Continúa, Has publicado oct 27, 2012
"You're going to kill yourself with those, you know." A gravely voice said behind her as she lit her cigarette. Snorting, she turned towards him, wishing he was just off with Harry or Niall or anybody from his boy band. Maybe even his girlfriend Perrie. She just didn't want him now. "What do you want, Malik?" She scoffed, vowing to never talk to him again. "To get us help." She met his chocolate eyes with her dark stormy auburn ones. "Because I'm addicted. You've become my cigarettes. You've become my drug. I'm addicted to you."
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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.