"He was beautiful, but his hard-brick walls that he accumulated over time was where I fell in love."
"Why does he wear those gloves?
I didn't like touching people. Or the vice versa.
"He's so weird."
I am. But I swear I'm not bad.
"Such a prune."
I am. I'm sorry.
"He's disgusting."
I said I was sorry.
"What is he?"
I'm human just like you.
"I bet his own family hates him. I would."
No, they love me. At least, that's what I think.
"He's so lonely."
It's not so bad.
"Who is he?"
Harry. Harry Styles.
Bullied, thrown around, and stepped on, I became immune. Emotionally. Walls are what became my new friend. Sitting alone was great. Staring at the wall with no feeling was better. I loved my family. They all tried to help me. To give me the touch of reassurance. Literally. Meaning I had to push my own sister and mother away from me. Our love was as strong as those bracelets they give you at the hospital. Yeah, like that. But, I just couldn't. I couldn't. Skin to skin; the greatest, horrific epidemic concept in my life. My enemy.And to think, I haven't won that battle yet.
Probably never will.
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FanfictionHarry has Haphephobia. He refuses to touch skin and skin to touch him. Louis is the roomate that just wants a peek under Harry's gloves, and sooner, his heart. highest rank: 2 in larry stylinson comments: