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Embrace the madness. [Larry Stylinson]

Embrace the madness. [Larry Stylinson]

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Harry Styles
FOLLIA: Stato di alienazione mentale determinato dall'abbandono di ogni criterio di giudizio. PAZZIA: Correntemente, qualsiasi forma di alterazione, permanente o temporanea, delle facoltà mentali. INSTABILITÀ: Tendenza a subire repentine alterazioni e variazioni. CAOS: Presso i filosofi antichi, il disordine universale della materia, precedente al cosmo. HARRY STYLES: Indefinito. Era questo che l'affascinante psichiatra Louis Tomlinson scrisse nella sua cartella clinica. Per anni aveva curato centinaia di casi diversi ma con Harry Styles tutti quegli anni gli si sgretolano lentamente tra le mani. Per quanto possa essere assurdo, quell'uomo fu spinto da un perverso desiderio di scoprire quell'anima oscura, quel ragazzo era tanto furbo da saper nascondere la sua instabilità. E quando ti ritrovi faccia a faccia con una mente simile bisogna stare attenti, perché potrebbe far impazzire anche voi. E Louis ne era la prova. Harry\Louis, accenni Louis\Zayn, Harry\Liam. Doctor!Louis, ImmortalPsychotic!Harry contenuti forti.
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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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