ongoing / friends to lovers / to be around 50k / murder mystery, thriller romance, action-adventure
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when a curious harry styles, a small-town writer goes to a sleepy smal...
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❝we've been swimming on the edge of a cliff 'm resistant, but goin' down with the ship, it'd be so nice, right? right? if we could take it all off and just exist, and skinny dip in water under the bridge❞
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❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃
CHAPTER TEN: ARTIC BLITZ, KILLER KISS
❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃
Harry
Blue and red lights were cast around the room in the dim light of the evening. It'd been officially a new sunrise since I'd last seen Louis, and since then his face was splattered on every news outlet possible. And, through the memories in my head as almost in a beautiful way, haunts me through flashbacks and 'what if' fairytale situations. His face was seen everywhere in my head and on the television screen of the hotel room as it casted a glow against my eyes, one not of joy or love... but of terror. As time continued to go on my worries grew for if the police would find him in time before the Lythorn killer would decide he was no longer useful in whatever sick game they were trying to play.
Not long after Juniper and I discussed the information between what happened when Louis and I traveled to the island she'd urged the police chief Liam Payne to extend his hand into the case despite the danger. In this current time although, he's still puzzled about who the killer could truly be, but with a racing mind and a beating heart I was desperate to know who wished to do harm to Louis. So many thoughts rushed around my head, but the one thing that continued to be constant besides flashbacks, confusion heart ache and woe was one word... why.
In times like these why was always the question to be asked, with a million different avenues, of what could have been, should have... or would if one thing would have been changed. Although, one thing I learned about loving Louis was sometimes you had no control, no backup plan, and life took the reins and spun everything into a tailspin without warning, and you were left with the aftermath. So, in my cloak of early morning dew I watched and waited for everything to play out, but I had a plan of my own.
