he was a hurricane. crashing waves and pure destruction leaving only a trail of pain with each touch of his fingers tracing over the bones poking ever so slightly from under his skin.
his hands were warm.
god they were always so fucking warm.
warm enough to set him on fire.
warm enough to relax every bit of his aching soul.
warm and comforting and always there
he was warm.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
honey baby || l.s
FanfictionLouis Tomlinson is an artist. World renowned as the new Leonardo Divinci, and on the brink of a complete mental breakdown. In his eyes, his work had become nothing but repetitive and emotionless. That is until one night while out on his roof in a dr...
