We're do I pick this up? Where could I possibly start this? Um... I guess at the beginning since I want to be thorough.
Harry and I met through a bar. Well a clu- no a bar. It was a bar. I remembered the smell. I wasn't to accustomed to bars. I usually went places to pick up different people that were mainstream. Something that would attract tourists, but I wanted something new.
This particular bar had a show with the drink. Thats
when I first saw him. God, I can still picture the look on his face when he saw the amount of people with eyes on him. Sweaty and full of energy he sung his heart out and played that damn guitar like a legend. He took in the attention from the crowd as if it was a drug.
By the end of it he had bounced and popped out his hip at least thirty times.
I left that bar with a hard on and the determination to get that boy in my bed.
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This is purely the intro to a very sad idea that's popped in my head. I don't know if I want this to have a happy ending or not. It's not like I'd tell you if I knew but whatever. There is going to be lots of drug use, alcohol, cursing, and maybe a touch of non con but nothing like TEOM. But yeah. This is like a filler story cause I'm working on a big thing.
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Fanfiction'We were safe' 'I did everything he told me to do' 'I checked his color' 'What's wrong' 'Did I kill him' 'Jesus did I kill Harry' Or Harry is new to the BDSM lifestyle, and Louis is an aggressive Dom. Communication is always key
