cyrus: mind of a serial killer

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+ fic playlist ||   Out of the thousands of emotions Louis is feeling right now (anxiety, pity, despair, helplessness—the list goes on) there is one predominant feeling that shoots to the surface: love. Love for Harry because here is this boy. This boy who’s been left by everybody he loves, who grew up simultaneously in the spotlight and in anonymity, who is so widely adored and forgotten, who shields himself from the world that is too much to bear, and who has just opened his veins for Louis. Here is this boy telling Louis that he wants to know him.That he, who has never let himself love, who has never opened himself up to the vulnerabilities of the world, who laughed at Zayn’s love because it was too serious, is telling him that he wants Louis to know him. To know him.

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