A fanfic in which Harry Styles and Niall Horan live in Seattle. The rain stereotypes are true. Harry loves rain and snow and sometimes not Niall at all, but he definitely does not like boy's who are too cute that leave in the morning.
"Get yourself together, mate." was a simple enough solution, slipping from the blondes thin lips, and Harry began to think 'maybe I will, Niall, maybe I fucking will,' and for once in his life, he felt like he could do something more than sit in a shitty bar, maybe he could feel a pang of guilt in his chest for the first time, maybe he could feel the lump in his throat at the first sight of him and maybe he could get a fucking grip on whatever Niall or Zayn, or anyone fucking else called the thing he'd been stuck in, also known as a 'life', which he finally began to think he didn't have.
Harry and Louis looked like they were meant to be from the moment they met at the X Factor, but unfortunately young boys don't always get to live like they want to. The management wants to have a chat with them and after that everything changes. Louis seems fine, but Harry's world has come crashing down around his feet and he has no idea how to make it better. So he helps the falling apart a long and takes up at bad habit that will maybe cost him his live. Will Louis ever like him again and will the fans hate on him ever stop?
Basically a sad Larry Stylinson story involving self harm, fluff and hints of an eating disorder.