(WARNING: Mature/Sexual content) 18+ Madison Quinn is a twenty-one year-old woman who moves to Manhattan, New York, employed as a Personal Penthouse maid. She takes up the offer to clean a penthouse on 56 Leonard Street in TriBeCa, lower Manhattan, New York, that is all around luxurious enough for the man whom lives within its opulent walls, Louis Tomlinson, a thirty-three year-old multi-billionaire of LT Bank, his striking blue eyes causing every ounce of her body to swoon. The same eyes lure her in to undergo a life she never thought she would experience. (WARNING: Mature/Sexual content)

[COMPLETED] ❝ How many nights have you wished someone would stay? ❞ Jocelyn Greene is a reserved moon, a gentle soul that came across the charming golden sun, Louis Tomlinson, by mere coincidence. He lit up her dimmed world a bit more than she'll like to admit, the two connecting through the smiles and sorrows passing by. Weaknesses and strengths shared. That's to say home isn't the same without each other anymore. It's no four-built walls and bittersweet memories, it's more. The sensation is inexplicable but warm, blissful, and safe. The moon, the sun, the ocean. But what happened to the silent ocean? Her former childhood best friend. . . . A story about falling outs, mental health, overcoming fears, wounded tears, and a journey of destined love from the beginning. MY OTHER WORKS: Strawberries & Cigarettes [l.t] - currently ongoing.

･:*:･ﾟ☆ ⭑ ❝I'm not afraid of you,❞ I whispered, though the tremor in my voice said otherwise. He smiled - that quiet, devastating kind of smile that means trouble - and let his eyes drift down to my lips. ❝I'm not sure if I believe you,❞ he murmured, ❝or if I need to.❞ ❝I'm not afraid of you, Louis.❞ I wanted it to sound like defiance. It sounded like surrender. His eyes flicked up to mine - but this time, they didn't soften. ❝You should be,❞ he said, low. ❝I'm a murderer.❞ ❝I don't care,❞ I said. Then his lips found mine - and for the first time that night, the world didn't feel like something I wanted to leave. He pulled back just enough to breathe against my skin. ❝As I said,❞ he whispered, ❝we're both fucked up.❞ And then he kissed me again - harder this time, like he was trying to erase every reason we shouldn't. ･:*:･ﾟ☆ ⭑ ʀᴏꜱᴇ ɪꜱ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ɢᴜɪᴛᴀʀɪꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴜɴᴋ ʀᴏᴄᴋ ʙᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜᴘɪᴛᴇʀ, ᴛᴏᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴀᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴇᴜʀᴏᴘᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ ᴛᴏᴜʀ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ʟᴏᴜɪꜱ - ᴀ ʙʟᴜᴇ-ᴇʏᴇᴅ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴀᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟ - ᴀ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ꜱᴘᴀʀᴋꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪꜱ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ꜰᴏʀ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴡᴅ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ʟᴏᴜᴅᴇʀ, ꜱᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴘᴏᴛʟɪɢʜᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴏʟᴅ-ᴏᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡꜱ, ʀᴏꜱᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴀᴄʀɪꜰɪᴄᴇ. ･:*:･ﾟ☆ ⭑

𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙭𝙞𝙧 • noun • /iˈlɪk.sər/ • a substance, usually a liquid, with a magical power to cure, improve, or preserve something. „I wish I had an elixir, a love potion to make you love me." He whispered, completely unaware that I didn't fall asleep. "You don't need it. Because I already fell in love with you." I murmured, but I wasn't sure he heard me. Vivian Hill is a successful and well-known radio host in the UK. She has a best friend, dreams which came true, and a lovely family. As well as personal secrets and ghosts of the past which are chasing her. Louis Tomlinson is one of the outstanding journalists in the country. His story is full of ups and downs. What happens when these two meet at the staircase as future neighbours? 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨: georgia ku - lighthouse james arthur - medicine |START - 5.01.2021| Highest ranking: 05.03.2021 - #38 in louistomlinson 19.04.2021 - #72 in harrystyles 04.11.2021 - #11 in magazine For translation please contact me via messages.