Welcome to Fuck Ups. I started this story when I was around thirteen and I had absolutely no experience with writing. I started this account pretty soon after that and posted a chapter or two that I already had written on my computer. I continued it, and I'm so glad that I had, like, two readers that liked it. (I don't know why, though.)

I went back a while later because I remembered my password and found some shitty fucking chapters that a. portrayed mental illness hella incorrectly, b. were generally terribly written and c.... well, were terribly written. I like the idea, so I said fuck it and went in for a rewrite.

Before we get into that, though...

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FUCK UPS | LOUIS TOMLINSON
(c) nikkiwasnthere, rewritten in 2016.

WARNING! This story will include potentially triggering topics.
➤ mental illness
➤ foul language
➤ mentions of sex (no smut, though. i'm bad at smut.)
➤ graphic displays of violence.

It is rated R.

If you'd like the full immersive experience, scroll down to the section PLAYLIST for a, well, clickable playlist.

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SUMMARY

People are not glass. People are skin and blood, meat on frail porcelain bones that seem like they shouldn't be able to hold weight. People's minds are one of the most beautiful creations in the galaxy—much more intricate and precious than the person they inhabit. It's near impossible for a person to break, whether it be physically or mentally. (In my case, it's always mental. Unless I'm freaking out, or... something. Whatever. Whatever!) Yet, I've always felt that, even with all these repercussions that stop a person from fully breaking, they will eventually wear out. Like light-wash jeans or a funny joke. They fade with time until there's nothing left.

That was a bit concerning to hear from me, especially, a crazy girl who can't tell what's reality and what's not at this point. The one thing I can tell, though, is the feeling of twenty-seven with people I love. It's the best feeling in the world. Twenty-seven leaves you glowing and breathless and rarely green-yellow and never, ever, ever infuriation red or lemongrass.

Louis doesn't make me feel twenty-seven. He makes me feel... ultramarine. It's better than twenty-seven. It's like waking up on Christmas or hugging someone you love for hours. It's better, so so much better. And Louis also proved to me that people are unbreakable.

But I'm barely a person in the first place.

Louis proved so many things to me... but he's still waiting for me to prove some things to him.

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PLAYLIST
☈ ode to sleep → twenty one pilots
☈ wolves → one direction
☈ undo → the 1975
☈ drag me down → one direction
☈ ribs → lorde
☈ mad hatter → melanie martinez
☈ temporary bliss → the cab
☈ young god → halsey
☈ venus fly → grimes

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I don't recommend reading the chapters, as they're a work in progress. (-:

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