Louis wakes up from a coma with no memory on how he ended up there. The only people who know the truth on how he got there are him and the person who put him there.
Or
The one where the innocent boy develops a toxic and unhealthy relationship with a...
(A/N: That poem I attached gave me some inspirationidk who wrote it but shoutout to them)
January 2018
The New Years ball just dropped and Harry and I just shared our New Years kiss. We're drunk as hell at Niall's New Years costume party. He wanted everyone to dress up because he's a fucking weirdo. Harry and I decided to dress up as the Joker and Harley Quinn. I even bought a wig to pull the whole look off and I spent hours on Harry and I's makeup. All the bruises and other injury marks that Harry caused on my body are still there, but they have healed a little since the incident happened. So luckily, I don't have to spend extra time covering them up.
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Harry didn't want to dress up, but I forced him and he has to do whatever his little princess wants. His friends kept teasing him for being whipped because he has always refused to wear a costume for anything, and here I am making him do things with a little wiggle of my ass.
Remember Kendall and Eleanor? Yeah, those bitches literally tried to fight me because I'm with Harry. They kept saying that it's not fair and questioning why Harry chose me. I literally said to them, "get over it you dumb bitches, he's mine!" The room had gotten silent and I dramatically walked away after that. Everyone started yelling and hyping up the whole situation. Harry chased after me and started attacking my neck with his lips. He said I turned him on and dragged me into a closet and we played 7 minutes in heaven, except we didn't just kiss. Wink, wink.
Right now, we're sitting on the couch, well he's sitting on the couch and I'm sitting on his lap. He's running his hand up and down my thigh while listening to Niall talk about whatever the fuck. Honestly, I don't even think he's listening to him.
"Niall," Harry said with irritation, "shut the fuck up and go sell my drugs like the rest of the boys are doing."
"Wait, let me finish-,"
"I don't give a fuck about anything you're saying, now fucking go!" Harry bellowed, then swatted Niall in the head.
"Ow, okay, s-sorry," Niall stuttered, while holding the spot Harry just hit and quickly walked away.
"You're a big meanie," I said with a pout and trailed my hand up and down his chest. "This is why no one likes you."
"I don't need people to like me," he scoffed. "I just need them to do what I say. And, for the record everyone loves me," he said matter-a-factly.
"No, everyone is so afraid of you that they'd rather be on your side than go against you."
"You're not afraid of me, right baby?" He said as he trailed his hand up to my neck and wrapped his hand around it. His hold isn't tight, he's simply just resting his hand there. He brings me closer to him, then kisses me. It was a short kiss that still took my breath away.
"You have the power to choke me to death, but instead you choose to kiss me."
He gave me a small smile which looked creepy as fuck because he is dressed up as the joker.
