Two-thirds of my life is dark, black, in fact, I don't remember anything from six years ago and past. I don't think the world hates me because I can't remember anything from my childhood, no, I don't blame anyone. Maybe because what you don't know can't hurt you, right? It's my fault; I know it is even if they don't blame me. So, I deserve this right? I deserve being tortured like this. I should keep my guard up, I should, and I will never put it down, ever again. I am satisfied with my life until he came, I know I have no right to act like this because it's not his fault, no; he has no fault at all. All he does is save me, but I know that I can never give what he wants, which makes me frustrated and guilty. He should leave, now. I just love him, no matter what. (This story is being edited, but the new chapters are still typewritten via phone so yeah, you can point out the mistakes, thanks! Enjoy!)
"If you love someone you tell them. Even if your scared that it's not the right thing. Even if your scared that it will cause problems. Even if your scared it will burn your life to the ground. You say it, and you say it loud. And then you go from there."
Harry and Louis, best mates. Always have been. The fans called them Larry Stylinson cause they were always so close. They thought they were together but they weren't. What happens when all this goes too far? What happens when feelings arise? Will everything be fine or crash and burn?
"Can't you see?"
(This is a Larry one shot. I might end up having it spit into two parts but I'm not sure yet. You don't like Larry don't read.)
WARNING: self harming is present if this will trigger you please do not read! Also maybe some boyxboy but not sure yet considering I've never wrote stuff like that before only read it.
Hope you guys like it :)