at five, louis scribbled doodles into his little notebook all day.
at eight, he started to improve his drawings.
at eleven, he started to paint on a canvas.
at fourteen, brushes turned into blades & his wrists into a canvas.
at seventeen, he couldn't tell the difference between a brush and a blade.
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"why do you have these scars, princess?"
"because," the boy whispered.
"it's art."
a/n
OKAY HI IM REALLY EXCITED FOR THIS
okay so the first chapter to this will be up shortly.
also, i'm going to attempt to make this into a short story so if you don't like those stop reading this rn. just like the story itself, the chapters will be kinda short. that's it for now bye loves !
btw lowercase intended x
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art × l.s.
Fanfiction"why do you have these scars, princess?" "because," he whispers. "they're art." × in which louis makes art, in more ways than one & harry can't help but to fall for the blue eyed mystery. (lowercase intended)
