It all started with two apartments, the ninth floor, a boy, a girl, and a black lacy bra. *not awesome writing and I'm sorry. Plus it probably won't be updated? Double sorry?*

Where a naive girl with lots of baggage and a rockstar that can't seem to think of anyone but himself fall in love over the span of 24 hours

In which a boy with a bad habit of getting himself drunk learns that sex isn't everything.

"Isn't that tiring?" He shifted his arm so it leaned on the counter. "You know, never choosing anywhere to stay and building a life of your own?" "I don't mind it, really."

"I fucking love you."

"dance with me, luke?" "it would be my pleasure." [very slow updates]

❝ he watched her from the balcony, eyes lit up with the promise of the night, she didn't see him however, but that didn't matter; all that mattered was how luke felt for her ❞ © ocaenics (was @ trashlouis) || 2014. all rights reserved

'she quit on him and he cried to wolf too many times.' DISCLAIMER: please do not romanticize mental illnesses.

[au] she was inked onto his skin and stitched into his heart.

COMPLETED | That was the thing about him– she never knew what he was thinking.