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"I'm sorry, but we're over" I told him while looking down at my shoes. After a few seconds had passed, and he had yet to speak, I brought my head up to see if he had been listening. When I looked into the familiar striking green eyes, they had already been staring down at me. "Ok" Was all he said I stared at the same green eyes I have tried to figure out for the past year and a half. Yet still saw nothing. He turned and walked away from me, for what felt like the millionth time. And I had a feeling it wouldn't be the last. But I wondered if I was the one that lost feeling. Or was he the one that never had them? *au harry styles* *au Louis Tomlinson*
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!! this fanfic is strictly fictional and should not be taken seriously!! I do not view the real people in this book as they are presented !! new cover trailer on page one • Louis Tomlinson Known as the asshole of the school is currently prancing down the hallway with a skateboard in hand and a redbull in the other. A metal black rod is shoved into his left eyebrow while a thinner piece is curled around his bottom lip. His arms that once was shining with bright and pure skin is now littered in black ink that goes on for miles along his body, ending right at his sharp jawline and some small markings scatter around his fingers. He wears a black shirt and black jeans, his black Vans casually making their way down the hall towards his first hour. Harry Styles. Known as the most bubbly and wholesome person in this school stays leaned against a locker. Harry's face is clear of any questionable piercing, except for his ears, and his arms are pure skin that doesn't have a drop of ink stabbed into it. A delicate but beautiful flower crown is placed on the top of his head, sat perfectly on the curly mess he calls hair. His wrist hugged by a thin bracelet that his mother had given him when he was just 10 years old. He wears a plain white tee shirt and black jeans, a light blue sweatshirt that was crocheted into perfection hugged his shoulders. Harry had watched this innocent looking boy turn into a parent's worst nightmare but, his admiration for Louis never died down. On the outside, they were polar opposite. Made in different worlds and situations, but both were emotionally broken down and begging for love and adventure. This is how they found each other. • buckle up y'all..

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