Prologue

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"Louis..."

"Oh, Lou. Please don't be dead."

The man's cheek was cold, his hand colder. The pearl-dazzling blue eyes stared up and the red lips moved slowly but the words were still recognizable.

"I love you Styles. Always have done."

The 26 year olds eyes flashed with instant love but fear. He'd only just got him, he couldn't lose him now, not like this. Not with the bullet from his own stolen gun.

"Lou, why did you steal my gun?..."

Steal My Gun ~ Larry Stylinson auWhere stories live. Discover now