Scars and Cuts (Larry Stylinson PAFP)

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    [OOC~ Louis Tomlinson is an insecure boy. Ten phobias, and he is anorexic. He also cuts too. One day he meets a tall punk boy by the name of Harry Styles. Perfect muscles, tattooes completely covering his arms and chest. But he cuts to, but not nearly as much as Louis does. Louis has cuts all over his body. Legs, stomach, arms, and wrists, not to mention he cuts every day. He has over 2,560 scars on his body. Not to mention his phobias.
    Virginitiphobia- fear of Rape
    Agraphobia- fear of sexual abuse
    Antropophobia- fear of people
    Atelophobia- fear of imperfection
    Brontophobia- fear of thumder and lightning
    Angrophobia- fear of anger
    Cacophobia- fear of being ugly
    Genophobia- fear of having sex
    Philophobia- fear of falling in love
    Vitricophobia- fear of step father.
    When Harry finds every single note that Louis has, including his diaries, all of his phobias, his whole life is in a box under Louis' bed. What will Harry do when he finds the box? Try to show Louis how beautiful he is, or leave Louis instantly.
    You play Harry, i play Louis


    ||IC~ I held the blade, in my hands, slicing my wrists multiple times with shaky sobs, and tears running down my face. I was hideous. I ccouldnt look at myself in the mirror with gagging or crying. I was so ugly. I'm literally living with my phobias. My stepdad physically and sexually abuses me, along with calling me a slut and other mean names, and I've been beginning to believe i was all those things he called me.|

    Haha, I know. xD Just like, from the post, Louis seems to be at home? Correct? And Harry and Louis don't know each other yet, since the plot talks about them meeting each other, right?

    [OOC~ no no no just pretend Louis in the bathroom of a store]


    ||IC~ ||

    Okay. x3


    Harry stood outside the store he was suppose to have met a group of his friends at fifteen minutes ago to hang out, but here he was, standing alone. He shouldn't be surprised, this has happened before. His friends either forgot, or were to intoxicated with some substance to remember anything. What made it worse though, was that he really had to have a wee. The curly haired lad sighed to himself before his dark green eyes glanced around and scanned over the scattered people outside, looking for any possible signs of his friends before he gave up and just headed into the store in search of a bathroom he could use.

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    ||IC~ I wrapped the blade in a small towel and slid my sweatshirt sleeve down. I walked out of the bathroom quite quickly, then walking out of the store. Somebody pushed me by my freshly cut arm and I yelped, and stumbled against someone. I glanced up at the person to see he had curly brown hair and green eyes. I whimpered but was blushing. "Im so sorry." I choked out weakly, stepping back from the taller man and going around him as a few tears leaked from my eyes. It was like 86° and i still wore my sweatshirt to cover my cuts.

    Harry let out a surprised noise as a much smaller lad ran into him, and he looked down to be met with blue eyes that were slowly leaking tears. He blinked his own eyes in confusion as the blue eyed lad that he clearly didn't know the name of blushed and stuttered out an apology, to only then quickly walk around and away from him. The taller of the two's urge to use the restroom was forgotten as he turned and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, gently grabbing the man's upper arm who had just run into him before the lad could get to far away. "Hey...it's okay. No big deal....Why are you crying," He asked softly, always the caring one, no matter if that sounded strange.

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    ||IC~ I squeaked out in fear and looked up at him. "I have Anthropophobia...." i croaked, shrinking down slightly, as i stared up at him. The man's face was beautiful. His hair looked so soft. His eyes, the colour of emeralds. My eyes were wide, and I stared up at him. When he had touched my arm it had hurt. I sniffled softly, gently pushing his hand from my upper arm. The flashes of my childhood hit me. The images of the door diagnosing me with anorexica, and telling me all the phobias i have. My mum and dad abandoning me, my sisters calling me mean names. My stepfather.... sexually abusing me. I choked out a sob, and turned around and ran. I won't talk to anybody, no matter how beautiful they are.

    Harry frowned softly at what this seemingly anxious boy was saying, well, all three words of it anyways. Anthropophobia? What exactly was that? Was he just expected to automatically know what each phobia was? Judging from how the blue eyed lad was acting though, Harry was guessing it was some type of social anxiety or something. But, that was just a guess. He didn't know the shorter boy, but he seemed familiar in some weird way. Maybe he knew him from UNI or something, had seen him around a few times. Whatever, he shouldn't have to worry about it or anything. The curly haired lad turned back around, heading to the bathroom because he did still have to piss.

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    ||IC~ I ran to my house tears streaning doen my face. As soon as I closed the door I started sobbing. He was so beautiful. But I was afraid of him. I was afraid of everybody. Thats what Anthropophobia is. Im afraid of proplr. All people. Even the most beautiful grown men I have ever seen in my lifr.

    Once Harry had used the restroom and was once again leaving the store, having given up hope of meeting with his friends, he noticed he couldn't help but be thinking about the blue eyed lad that he had run into again. The boy hadn't answered his question of why he had been crying, but maybe Harry had freaked him out even more or something? It was possible. He had grabbed his arm, but Harry had thought he had been gentle. Then again, strangers didn't normally touch each other at all. But what was he suppose to do? Harry was just a naturally touchy and sympathetic person, and the lad had been crying. He had simply just wanted him to stop.

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    ||IC~ I was thinking about him. Him. His eyes. His hair. His jawline. His muscles. Him. He was beautiful. He was the exact opposite of me. I was fat. Ugly. Stupid. A f-g. And i was a mess. I stumbled to the bathroom, and took off my shirt. Cuts and Scars all over my body. I sobbed quietly as i took my blade and slashed my stomach open deeply, in multiple spots. Tears streamed down my face, and I my wrists. My arms. My chest. I cut every were. I was literally living in one of my fears. Atelophobia and Cacophobia. Im Inperfect and Ugly. I sobbed loudly, loud enough to be heard of from outside, i swear i was sobbing that loud.

    I just got back from doing stuff all weekend, and I am tired as hell. Like, for real. I'll reply tomorrow, sorry.

    [align=center][size=8][color=white][OOC~ it's okay dun worry about it babe (:


    ||IC~

    Sorry, I totally forgot to reply.


    Harry was already back home, curled up on the couch. He was tucked into himself, in a tight little ball with a blanket thrown over him as he watched the television that he had turned on not long ago. He lived alone in his flat, and often just had the TV on for background noise. And once again, the blue eyed lad that he had run into at the store came into his mind. He didn't know why, it was just a random stranger that had accidentally bumped into the taller lad. But, he was on his mind. After all, he had been crying, and had looked so startled as his eyes had met the taller lad's. And it may also have something to do with the fact that he had mentioned a fear, and the shorter lad had been absolutely beautiful. Even if he didn't think it, although Harry didn't know that yet.

    [align=center][size=8][color=white][OOC~ dun worry bout it babe (;


    ||IC~ I closed and locked every door and window, then flicking off every single light and huddling in a corner. Somebody just come and kill me now. I sobbed hard, my hands tangling in my hair. I glanced up and opened a drawer, pulling out a stuffed bear and holding it tight. It was my sister's, but she gave to me before she died. I cried and wailed into the soft fur of the stuffed bear, my body shaking heavily. I let my vision go through everything I've been through. My mum learning about my phobias. My dad whipping me with a belt. My stepfather sexually abusing me. My sister's treating me like sh-t. Then finally my mom leaving me.

    αl™ •Depressed• wrote:


    [align=center][size=8][color=white][OOC~ dun worry bout it babe (;


    ||IC~ I closed and locked every door and window, then flicking off every single light and huddling in a corner. Somebody just come and kill me now. I sobbed hard, my hands tangling in my hair. I glanced up and opened a drawer, pulling out a stuffed bear and holding it tight. It was my sister's, but she gave to me before she died. I cried and wailed into the soft fur of the stuffed bear, my body shaking heavily. I let my vision go through everything I've been through. My mum learning about my phobias. My dad whipping me with a belt. My stepfather sexually abusing me. My sister's treating me like sh-t. Then finally my mom leaving me.

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