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louis and harry both loved the art of words. they were obsessed with poems and made it into a little game: the games of quotes and quoting.

and how could one say it better than rupi kaur? neither of us is happy, neither of us wants to leave. so we keep breaking one another and calling it love.

some would call it beautiful pain. but there was no beauty in such cruel times. there is not anything beautiful about the way your heart is breaking into a million pieces, when the person who is the reason for it, is not even doing anything. that was exactly their problem.

they were both broken and hurt human beings. and they just couldn't fix each other, because their broken fingertips couldn't even hold each other in tough times. they were broken kids, devastated teenagers and never had a place to call home. they did loved each other. somehow. in a way they couldn't describe it.

it's just the thing that thinking 'i love you' is much more easier than saying it out loud. so why not stop talking at all? words are futile devices. and harry and louis learned it in the most cruel way possible.

or:

in which louis is a good boy with bad habits.

cover credits: @Larry_smilinson