'Harry liked wearing nail polish and weaving flowers into his curls just as much as he adored the way his voice had deepened and body sharpened. He wore bracelets, a stack of them on the same wrist every day. Thinking about it now, Louis has never, ever seen him without them.' TRIGGER WARNINGS !! harry has OLD self harm scars, and there's a (healthy) discussion of self harm vs pain kink. please read with caution if this may be triggering for you and my email: moonbeamsmile28@gmail.com is open if you want to talk :) this story is also posted on ao3! same title by the same user, come find me there! :)