Complications (One Direction/liloiall fanfiction)

Complications (One Direction/liloiall fanfiction)

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"Will we make it? Our love?" "Why are you breaking up with me!? I thought we were going to work through this!" "Take me back please." "He doesn't love me, Liam." "Than let him go, Harry." "Let him go. He's happy with Niall." "I almost lost you once, I can't lose you again." "Not every love story ends happily." "Will you marry me?" "I'm leaving and I'm sorry." "You lost him Harry. You lost him once again." "How many times will you make the same mistake again?" "Physically yeah. But not emotionally. Not yet. I can't stand to be around you. I'm sorry." "I'm in love with Niall and Liam. They've always been there for me. I'm not sorry for my choice. Please move on." Odds and ends. The temptations, the fears, the pressure, the hate, the hardships. Louis and Harry have always been through this. Maybe in the end, this was just another sad love story... Copyright© 2016. All Rights Reserved.
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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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