Louis met someone.
Someone who made him believe that he's pretty.
That someone's name was Storm.
Storm was beautiful.
They had pretty brown eyes and blond hair.
They made Louis smile.
They were perfect.
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Pretty Boy ✓
PoetryPretty boys are pretty. Louis isn't pretty. ••• If you are reading this story on any other platform than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk from a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe, form, please go to @-cyni...
