Louis doesn't kill innocent people. He kills the unwanted criminals, outcasts, and poor beggars who won't be missed. After more than two hundred years living as a blood-thirsty vampire, he doesn't feel guilt or regret anymore. That is, until he meets his next victim: a stripper named Harry Styles.

Él lo miraba. Y él también lo hacía, aunque el otro no se diera cuenta.

En donde Louis Tomlinson cae por el amor de su vida. Literalmente

Harry has a terrible anxiety and Louis solitudes his fears in the pleasant art of ASMR [ASMR, for those of you who don't know, is a tingly reaction you feel from various sounds and movements meant to relieve you from anxiety and help you sleep. Google it for more information] -- Credit to: little_aesthetic_weirdo on instagram for the Harry edit, I only did the text --

Yes, you've guessed it! A Larry version of Psychotic! YAY! All credit goes to the original writer @weyhey_harry:) feedback please <3

"Harry Styles has been reported to be at the hospital for almost two days now after being a victim of a wild car accident last Friday night after last being seen sitting at a bar drinking alone." Part of me was kind of shocked due to not remembering that factor, then again I never really thought about how I ended up in the bed I'm currently sitting in, or even how I injured my leg. Though, I felt my lips twist into some kind of grin because one of my dreams just came true, I was on television. Not proud of the situation, but― "...his band members have not been in contact with the press since the incident and the fans are going wild wanting, no, demanding for more news on what happened." She went on. I felt my eyes bulge out of its sockets. Wait a second; band members? Fans!? CHASING THE MOMENTS. checked marked as completed story on August 12, 2012.

"It's hard letting go. I'm finally at peace but it feels wrong." {Under going editing. It's being rewritten from the beginning, grammatical errors are being fixed. Should be completely edited and polished by December}