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Since We Were 18 ⭐Nouis⭐

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Reads 11,940
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Parts 41
Time 4h 25m

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"You know what I find interesting?" I looked up at him and shook my head.

"Human hands." I gave him a confused look.

"Why?"

"Because." He looked down at his own hands.

"We can use them for so many reasons. We can create or destroy. People like us, the ones who chose to destroy, took it out on our own skin. Leaving behind scars. But you can also take it out on others. Whether physical or mental. But then there are also the creative side to our hands. That's where we are different. I chose to write songs and make music, touching people emotionally. But you, you are good at drawing. You show how you feel through the pictures you make."

WARNING: THIS BOOK WILL CONTAIN BOYXBOY CONTENT ALONG WITH MENTIONS OF SELF HARM, SUICIDE AND EATING DISORDERS. IF ANY OF THESE THING WILL BOTHER/TRIGGER YOU THEN PLEASE DON'T READ.

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Trembling Hands (One Direction Fan Fiction) by ReservedRose

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a louis to go, please! » stylinson au by 90sdeadroses

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The Orion Star by QueenStarbuck

Everyone wants to be famous. Everyone knows it's not all it's cracked up to be. So it's confounding to Orion Bauwens why anyone would lust to be in his position. He loves what he does; singing and songwriting are his life. Yet he's starting to feel the pitfalls that come with fame. And honestly? He's not sure if he's going to survive. How does one follow their dreams when they have to fight against themselves? 🎶3RD PLACE WINNER OF THE GAYISM AWARDS, 2021🎶 #WattOriginals2020 🎸FEATURED ON THE WATTPAD STORIESUNDISCOVERED PROFILE🎸 ⭐FEATURED ON THE WATTPAD MUSIC PROFILE⭐ **CONTENT AND TRIGGER WARNING** A main character suffers from depression. Brief references to self-harm and abuse. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED; I AM MAKING THAT CLEAR IN ACCORDANCE WITH THE WATTPAD RULES AND GUIDELINES. ❣️❤️THIS CAN BE READ AS A STAND ALONE BOOK❤️❣️ ~IMPRESSIVE RANKINGS~ # 8 out of 3.99k stories FreeTheLGBT #198 out of 24.8k stories struggle #812 out of 52.3k stories lost #42 out of 10.5k stories confused #281 out of 25K stories problems #812 out of 104k stories sadness #197 out of 16K stories scared ~TOP TEN~ #4 out of 208 stories obsessivecompulsivedisorder #5 out of 238 stories scaredtolove #9 out of 689 bulimianervosa

trust | n.h by tr0pics

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Hollow | BxBxBxB by ElijahDiva

Connor Johnson seems like an ordinary boy on the outside, but on the inside he's plagued by depression, an eating disorder and complex anxiety. So what happens when he finally hits the end of the line and is forcibly sent to a home for troubled boys? Where love runs rampant in the air and tensions soar as high as the clouds. TW's (these will not be included at the start of chapters so take this as a final warning) Anorexia & Eating Disorder Self Harm Drug Abuse Abuse Smut PTSD Hallucinations/Schizophrenia Suicidal Thoughts & Ideation Hospitals Anxiety Slow Burn This story is NOT promoting, encouraging, romanticising or glorifying topics such as abuse, suicide, self harm, disordered eating, sexual abuse/misconduct or anything like that, it is just showing what the affects of it can be like especially for LGBT+ young people. Please be respectful in the comments and if anyone is struggling do reach out for support!

Just a crush by Oopsy_x_28

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They Found Out | C.F. & O2L by Zaasie

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Only Yours (Larry Stylinson AU) (Boyxboy Short Story) by bluelarries

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Warrior [Completed] by Valkyrie_Hellsin06

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Three things happened simultaneously: the beer bottle dropped from his hand and shattered on the floor, my father let out a deep, throaty chuckle, and his hand had struck me across the face. I put my hand on the spot he had just hit and felt the heat and sting of the impact. I looked down at the broken beer bottle, still holding my hand on my cheek, and I felt a heavy boot kick into my waist. I fought back tears and stayed silent. After a few moments, I heard the footsteps retreating and the sound of a door slamming shut. When I was sure he was gone, I looked away from the broken bottle, and tears welled up in my eyes. I never showed my weaknesses to my father, happiness was the last thing I wanted to give him. After a few minutes, I pulled myself off the floor and slowly approached my dresser, cautiously opening the top drawer and moving some socks out of the way. I pulled out a long blade, and with trembling hands, slid it across my wrist, adding to the collection of scars. I began to quietly sing a familiar tune that seemed to comfort me in times like this: “Heart beats harder, time escapes me, trembling hands touch skin, it makes it harder, and the tears stream down my face. If we could only have this life for one more day, if we could only turn back time…” My voice trailed off and I drifted to sleep.