Criminal Love

Chapter One

Quick disclaimer
This is purely fanfiction, none of the personality traits shown in this book are meant to reflect on how any of the people act.

Trigger warnings
If these do not interest you, or you have no interest in a book like this, please.
Do not read.
Top!Louis! Bottom!Harry!
Dominant!Louis! Submissive!Harry!
Dark!Louis!
Violence, gangs, mafia, drugs, alcohol, murder, drug trafficking
Underground club, illegal activity, BDSM, handcuffs
Degradation, choking, edging, teasing. Daddy, exhibitionism, blood, spitting, blindfolding,
Threesome, addiction,

When you see this ⭕️ emoji, it means there will be violence, sex, drug abuse, or illegal activity.
There are certain emojis that I will put to clarify what exactly scenario you are going to read.

⭕️: Violence, sex, drug abuse, or illegal activity.
❌: Sex and then end of sex scene.
‼️:Violence and then end of violent scene
⚠️: Drug abuse and then end of drug abuse scene.
♣️: Illegal activity and then end of illegal activity scene.
This is based off of a Tik Tok, much like I'll Chase You Down Until You Love Me.

There will be a song at the start of every chapter, wether you listen to it or not, is totally up to you.
It will help set the mood of the chapter.

If I have written anything wrong, please comment on it, and I will correct it.
Or if I have used the wrong terms, or used the wrong word, please correct me, I will take any tips.

And lastly, this will take place from Harry's POV. No switching, no alternatives.

This has been your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

Black Smoke Rising by Greta Van Fleet.

"Niall, I already told you, I don't want to go clubbing." I say tiredly, watching as my roommate and best friend, Niall Horan, goes through my closet and picks an outfit for us to go clubbing. It's my twenty first birthday, and there are so many available clubs to go to in Miami. But, I was hoping for a night in, maybe a few beers and a good old game of Clue, perhaps. But no, my best friend since third grade, has decided that we are going to get absolutely shitfaced tonight,

"I don't care what you said, child. You are now legal to drink with the rest of us!" He says, his Irish accent still prominent after all these years in Florida. He moved here when he was only about seven with his family. I've always wanted to go to Europe. "How lovely. Who's gonna be there, and what club are we even going to?" I ask, finally standing to take care of my wardrobe, knowing Niall will pick the most boring outfit out, [don't tell him I said that.]

I rummage through my closet, picking a pair of black,tight, skinny jeans, paired with a colorful button down. Niall comes back in, looking handsome with his teal-ish button down polo, his black jeans, and his glasses. His hair has gotten quite long, flicking out on the sides. But I am not one to speak, as I currently have eleven inches of it.

"Corbyn! Sam! Lads, this is Harry, Harry, these are the lads." Niall, already shitfaced from doing those two "warm up shots" of a mixture of fireball and clearly, bad decisions. "Hey!" I practically have to shout over the music. The Roll the Dice clubs are apparently not a Miami signature. They are all over the country.

Not even two hours later and I had the liberty of ordering water for everyone. It's my birthday and all I have is a light buzz. Clearly they just wanted to go to a club and used my birthday as an excuse, that's ok though, I love Niall, and I know he wouldn't do this on purpose.

We're all all lounging in a booth in the dim, pulsing, blue and purple lights, the two of them are absolutely hammered, Niall still holds his alcohol relatively well. He's still shitfaced, don't lie to yourself, but he's at least alert to his surroundings while Corbyn and Sam lay their heads on the table top. "Oh fuck." Niall mumbles, catching my attention from where I scan the crowd, looking for someone who might look like a good fuck.

"What?" I ask, turning my head to where Niall's eyes are honed in on someone. "Who's that?" I ask, looking at the man who just walked in, his whole demeanor cold. "What's his name? Do you know him?" I ask, curious as to why Niall is acting so strange. "He will squash you like a bug." Niall chuckles darkly, taking a side glance at me. "I asked what his name was." I say, feeling eyes on me, turning to meet a pair of dark eyes staring at me from across the club. "Louis Tomlinson, club owner and... gang leader." Niall admits, keeping his eyes on Louis.

I feel my eyes widen. "Gang leader?" I whisper as I break the intense eye contact that we had as I turn to look at Niall. "I forgot he owns the Roll the Dice club franchises. He's apparently into some really sketchy shit." Niall says. Niall has lived in Miami for three years now, and I lived in Ft. Lauderdale, just under an hour away. I moved in with Niall five months ago, just to be closer to him.

"Like what?" I ask, my curiosity getting the better of me. "Harry, I'm not telling you here. We could get into some deep shit if he knew we were talking about him." Niall cautiously whispers as he keeps his eyes trained on Louis, both of us watching the man in the yellow tee shirt make his way around the club, talking to the bartender. "Shit, you're not fucking with me then, huh?" I say, settling down in my seat, on edge as Louis wanders around his club.

"Not one bit, mate." Niall says, voice low as his eyes flicker from Louis to his half empty glass.

Ooohyoooo you guys don't know how excited I am to be writing two dark fics at the same time!!!
We have dark harry and dark louis, it's amazing.
This is gonna be so much fun to write hahhhhha
Stay horny my friends.
Ciao

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