THIS FIC IS NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART. NUMEROUS TRIGGERING CONCEPTS OCCUR. TRIGGER WARNINGS: *religion* *homophobia* *age gap* *adult v. minor* *borderline grooming (unintentionally)* Working in fashion for the past thirteen years has left thirty-two year old Louis Tomlinson privy to the darkness hidden behind glam...
"Tell me I'm a screwed up mess That I never listen, listen Tell me you don't want my kiss That you need your distance, distance Tell me anything but don't you say he’s what you're missing, baby If he's the reason that you’re leaving me tonight Spare me what you think and tell me a lie..." A love forgotten. A relations...
"It's hard letting go. I'm finally at peace but it feels wrong." {Under going editing. It's being rewritten from the beginning, grammatical errors are being fixed. Should be completely edited and polished by December}