Louis Tomlinson has always had self esteem problems; he never thought he was skinny or handsome, as he became older, he began to try to change things. Louis began to change his style of clothing and his hair, he also began to diet. His dieting was different than other peoples diet, he started to starve himself and if he had ate too much, he'd make himself purge. He felt like he needed to be perfect for someone to love him, he feels like no one would love a fat blob like him.
Harry Styles is sad, very sad. He doesn't know how to explain his sadness, all he knows it that he wants to die; he doesn't want to live. He hates himself more than anyone on this planet. Harry doesn't exactly know what's wrong with him, he can fake a smile, he can make it look like he's having the time of his life when in reality he would rather be dead. Harry hates himself, he hates everything about himself; he believes that no one would love him; a suicidal boy that cuts himself.
Both of these boys have different things wrong in their life, but they're both beautiful, they're both kinda like a mosaic; broken into pieces, but still works of art.
Two boys meet by coincidence and improve one another's lives forever.
Harry had always been wide eyes and dimply smiles. Louis, however, had always been fixed on something more indescribable. Harry had been innocent, kind and very optimistic. Louis could see a flower and only think of how long it could survive before dehydration. Harry had a deep love for the world, despite the aching pain in his chest from his mother. Louis hadn't ever met anyone so remarkable. And Harry could say the same about his Louis.
{Warning; some strong language, descriptive scenes, mention of self harm, suicide and drug use. All rights go to @mullingrr, any copying or redistribution of this story will be fraud and legal action will be taken. Copyright 2014 @mullingrr.}