Louis's POV
It was his smell. His musk. His manliness that made me so attracted to him. His aura was pure. He was so wholesome yet so seductive and attractive that gave me life.
As i sang by his side on that stage thats when i realized how much he meant to me. Thats when i realized what we could be together. Who we could be together.
A couple.
Two people.
Two flames.
Two souls who were destined to be together.
But weren't.
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I lay by his side in the bed in the motel room that was so musty. It was old and badly needed to be revamped. Refurbished.
I watched Harry's chest rise and fall.
I got out of the bed and turned on an old lamp.
I searched through my suitcase for my small bottle.
Straight vodka
I reached around Harry's coats pockets looking for something else.
Cigarettes.
I brought my two findings back to bed and lit my cigarette. Inhaled it the smoke and blew my ashy breath away from Harry and out the creaky window.
I swallowed a sip of vodka and began humming to myself.
"sweeeeet... sweeeeeet love"
i hummed to myself the name Harry called me before.
"my sweet creature...... Had another talk about where we're going wrong"
i looked at Harry sleeping soundly
"but we're..... we're still young"
"I dunno where we're gonna go but i know where we belong..."
I know where we belong H,
In Brighton
On that gay trip i told you all about.....
Authors Note:
This book is a shit show😀
But
Im back for now...🥲🤣
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Gay Vodka & Straight Cigarettes
FanfictionHarry Styles was 19 and never had a girlfriend. His friends had all dated atleast once and had their fair share of sex and girls. When the boys hit the hard stuff in the streets of London, Mr Louis Tomlinson asks a question that had pondered every...
