─ ❝Smoke puffs out of Harry’s nose, and Louis would be tempted to laugh, if he wasn’t terrified of people suddenly climbing through the trees on the other side of the road. If he wasn’t scared all of the time, every time Harry’s gone for more than five minutes without calling for him, every time he’s getting ready to sleep and it’s a location he doesn’t know much about. If he hadn’t been full of fear for the last eight months, and yet somehow still had this burning hope of it all ending okay. It won’t, but there’s nothing wrong with believing.❞ (http://makeupfic.tumblr.com/)

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