Heather |L.S

A boy with eyes like storms untamed,
Soft and sweet, yet always blamed.
Harry, tender, craving care,
Fell for words spun like a snare.

Louis, with his charm and grin,
A puppet master deep within.
promised love in whisper tones,
Yet left him aching, all alone.

"You're my sugar" Louis would say,
Then turn to Ella the very next day.
Kisses stolen, lies unfurled,
Harry's heart crushed, his fragile world.

Desperate, harry clung to hope,
A lifetime on a fraying rope.
He believed in love, so bright, so pure,
But Louis's games were hard to endure.

A sweater shared, a kiss betrayed,
Games of hearts that Louis played.
Ella's shadow, a bitter sting,
While Harry broke, unraveling.

Texts at midnight, confessing grand,
Yet another lie in a cruel demand.
Manipulations, twisted schemes,
Turning love to broken dreams.

Harry, the boy with too much heart,
Learned how love could tear apart.
Louis played but Harry grew,
Saw the lies and what was true.

Now the sugar is gone, the sweetness fade,
And Louis' games like fleeting shades.
For Harry, there's strength in walking free,
From love that hurt, from misery.

This is a Larry stylinson fanfic written by ME! Every single word:).