Inside these pages you just hold me - LARRY STYLINSON

PROLOGUE

I hate math. Harry thought reading again the question he theoretically had to answer.He can't understand anything. All these numbers confuses his head more then it should.

That's why he loves humanistic subjects. He truly loves learning about former poets, philosophers, psychologists. He loves psychology and he loves the human brain. He is curious about how it works.

Harry shook his head, trying to concentrate again on his homeworks.

He wasn't thinking about the problem, again. He couldn't help it, he hates scientific subjects, such as math or sience. Harry's problem is that he can't stop thinking about his stories. About his characters, and the words that he himself create. He finds inspirations for his stories in everything. He writes about everything. He writes about his experiences and his feelings, he writes about a strong emotion he felt and he writes about a place, he writes about the shade of the sky that night. His charters represent him. Different parts of himself in different characters. If he writes about a love story, surely one of his character is stubborn and maybe afraid of loving someone, because yes, he is a bit stubborn, and he always been afraid of the concept of love. The other character instead isn't afraid to show his love, because despite Harry's fears, he thinks love is a wonderful gift to give to a person. He never loved someone, yes, he had crushes before, but he never experienced the real love, the love that he watches in his tv shows, reads in book and writes in his own stories.

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Louis was bored. It didn't happens that often because he is always full of work to do.

His tour just finished and the band could finally rest and breath a bit. Usually when he is bored he writes down some words, that later on he will turn into songs.Louis likes writing stuff, it helps him freeing his mind and relieve himself from the pressure.

The pressure of everyting. Of being a superstar, of not be able to show his true colors to the public, the pressure of keeping the mask on. So that night, the first one after nine months where he can stop thinking about work, he tried to write a song. But nothing happend, he didn't have inspiration. He didn't know what to sing about. Or who to sing about.

He doesn't date with anyone, he isn't in love, so he really had a lack of inspiration.

He could hear the melody in his mind, but he couldn't find the words to match it. His piece of paper was still empty. Blank. He had already understood that he wouldn't be able to write anything that night, so he grabbed his phone instead.

Laying on his bed, he opend Twitter and scrolled through his timeline. He checked his notifications and he saw that they are a mess as usual, always so full of tweets from his fans. Louis was about to close the app, but his eyes fell on a tweet from a fan that says to check her Ao3 account; and Louis really didn't know what Ao3 is.

He obviously didn't click on the link, instead he googled it, and when he found out that Ao3 was a web site made for writing fan fictions he was about to close his phone. He didn't have time to deal with what fans write about him, but a thought started to form in his mind.

Maybe this thing can help me with my song.

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Hi!

This is the first fic I write in english. Hope you like it!

I want to apolgize for my english, eng is not my first language so if you see a typo or something grammatically wrong please warn me about it. I'd like to improve my writing skills!

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