« 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, » 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥. « 𝘋𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵? » « 𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. » 𝘓𝘰𝘶𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥. « 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵? » 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴. 𝘐𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘳. 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭. « 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝘮𝘦, » 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺, « 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘺. » * Louis had spent years learning how to create perfection. By the time he landed a position at one of the world's most prestigious luxury fashion houses, he thought he understood exactly why people worshipped beautiful things. Then he got assigned to Harry Styles. Beautiful, rich, untouchable - Harry belonged to fashion magazines, headlines, strangers. To everyone except himself. And maybe that was what ruined Louis from the start. Because he didn't want the version of Harry the world worshipped. He wanted the one underneath. But how was he supposed to love someone the entire world had already decided belonged to them? |Larry Stylinson|
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