Drowning (h i a t u s)

Drowning (h i a t u s)

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You were my world, and your love was like the ocean. If you don't know how deep the water you're jumping into is, you can't prepare yourself to swim. That's how it was with you. I wasn't prepared for how deep your love was. It's like I was drowning. And, I'd use my last breath to say I love you. AN: Let me start by saying, don't give me any shit about this. I'm not writing this because I think they're in a relationship, I'm writing it because I think it's a cute plot. You can "ship" who you want, I personally ship them being happy. Now that that's out the way, I hope you enjoy this storym and thank you so much for reading.
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(You got here just in time to let me know I was worth saving) Everything is different, yet so eerily comfortable and the same. There's silence for a moment, and everything is still like the world is holding it's breath and waiting for the right moment to exhale. And then Louis is choking and gasping and his eyes are so wide and innocent and blue like deep pools of azure sea water in the Caribbean and Harry is chanting his name, whispering it softly into the air like a prayer. He rolls Louis on to his side and helps him clear the water from his lungs and he doesn't stop saying his name: Louis, Louis, Louis. He's pulling the older lad's body to his own, sitting him up and wrapping his arms around his shivering frame and rubbing reassuring circles on his back with his thumb and he still doesn't stop because all he can think about is: Louis, Louis, Louis.

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