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This story was written by @WritingCam on Twitter. We do not own it.
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This fiction can be triggering because it is about grief, self-harm, and mental illness.
This is a story about two men in love. Homophobic comments are not allowed.
"I like to think that, in the middle of this altered morality taught to us since we're kids, a human being can fall in love with a person and not a gender." - Camille L.
We all have a past, a present.
Some have to fight to have a future.
Life is a constant war, a battle where nothing is won.
And if we give up, sometimes there can be someone to catch us.
In this story, you will find out how much the loss of someone loved can destroy.
How prejudices can pull someone down.
How guilt can eat away someone.
How life can hurt.
"What would you do if you only had 100 days left?" - Someone
"I don't know… Live I suppose. I'd try to live." - Louis
But if we take the risk to extend our hand to someone,
We have the chance to see fingers lace together.
And cling to it so hard that we know they'll never let go.
I'm the perfect cliché. Rich parents, surrounded by people and lots of girls by my feet. A guy with good grades, and a bright future above. Father obsessed by work, one of the most successful attorneys, who wants a perfect son. Mother is always on Fluoxetine. Secondary residence in the Hamptons and private golf club. Law Uni, Football captain, and red Lamborghini. Louis Tomlinson, yeah, a fucking cliché.
And then I met him. Him and his stupid things. Him and his mental illness.
HARRY STYLES
19 years old
Obsessive-compulsive disorder
Psychosis
Neurosis
Violence
Silence
BORDERLINE
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I liked being a cliché. He has screwed up my life.
Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles.
D E G R A D A T I O N