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30 Sep 2013
Louis knew cardboard furniture and the carpet biting into his cheek as he tried to sleep, while Harry knew the luxury of a warm bed.
Louis could sell drugs faster than a card dealer could shuffle his deck, but Harry believed in flowers and peace and walking barefoot everywhere he could.
Louis just wanted to make it to tomorrow.
Somehow, they meet in the middle, and once they become a part of each other....well, tearing away the stitching might lead to permanent damage.
Featuring punk, drug dealing Louis with the appropriate number of tattoos and flowerchild, yoga instructor Harry with too many flower crowns at his disposal.
*If anyone would like to beta this monster of a fic for me I'd cry tears of happiness :) *