Noserings and Broken Promises

Noserings and Broken Promises

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Everyone knew he was trouble, or some would say, 'troubled.' You could tell from the black ink printed on his whole body, by the metal that that hung on his nose, eyebrows and his pink lips that always seemed to be turned in a frown. Nobody knew about this boys dark past, all they saw was the darkness of his clothes. Christy saw something else. She saw past the glare of the boys blue eyes, and saw that he was alone. She saw past the dark ink scatttered around his arms and saw the red lines, a sign that he was sad. Just a sad blue eyed boy thats having some trouble. Louis, wich is the boys name, doesn't want to let her in. He doesnt want her sympathy. Christy is a very persistent girl, and she wont stop until Louis opens up to her and lets her discover the mystery that is, Louis Tomlinson
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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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