"Ouch,stop it, it hurts" "Shut up It's not even in yet!" . . . . . "Look at the sky and tell me do you see the stars?"

I won't stop until that boy is mine ©All Rights reserved. Danny Knight

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. WARNING: all rights go to velvetoscar on ao3 Cover made by: whatkooloser