Having Your Shit BoyxBoy

Having Your Shit BoyxBoy

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"Well you didn't just walk in to see something you wouldn't thought of in a million years!" Niall said with rage, but hints of sadness was in depths of his voice. "It's just, you aren't interesting or spontaneous anymore Ni. You became boring." Louis stated, no shame on what he just said. "Harry helped me get my blood going again. He's fun, actually funny, and sexy as fuck," Louis explained. "It was kinda obvious he wasn't that into you anyways!" Harry blurted out bluntly. • • • ★Note★ There is Larry but the main pairing will be Nouis or some other ship*evil laugh*. Also this takes place with Niall still having braces and Zayn in the band. Pretend they are the age they were 2 years ago but it is 2015. Confusing I know but bare with me. BTW its Infamous_stuff here.
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"H-Harry please!" I cried, my hands placed protectively in front of my face. His eyes darkened, and he grabbed my wrists, pinning them against the wall. His breath rolled over my face, the faint scent of alcohol rolling up my nose. "Shut up." He growled. His short nails dug into my arm and I winced in pain. He released me, and grabbed a handful of my hair instead. I shrieked in pain as he threw me to the ground. Tears pricked my eyes and I squeezed my eyes shut. "Get up." He said. I opened my eyes, and scrambled to my feet quickly. He grabbed the front of my shirt to pull me closer, leaning down to my level. His eyes burned straight through mine. Chills went down my spine and I bit my bottom lip out of fear. "How many times do I have to tell you? You. Are. Mine." -------------------------- In a complex narrative, where Harry wrestles with the voices of schizophrenia, the story unfolds with uncertainty. The question lingers: Will Harry succumb to the relentless voices, potentially breaking down Louis, or will Louis summon the strength to confront the darkness that threatens him and stand resolute in his own defense? The outcome rests upon the delicate interplay of their intertwined fates, a story of mental struggles and strength yet to fully reveal itself.

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