It Started with a Selfie [larry stylinson a.u.]
"Wait, pause. Louis Tomlinson just liked my selfie. What a creep."
"Wait, pause. Louis Tomlinson just liked my selfie. What a creep."
I went to Brazil wishing to hook up with as many straight men as I could find but a gay tourist with a nice butt was all I got.
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.
Louis Tomlinson isn't your averaged 19-year old boy. He hears voices. He talks to himself. He is trapped in his own little word. Soon, the voices start telling him to do bad things. Just burn your hand, it won't hurt. Just slit your wrists, don't you like blood? Maybe you should take a few extra pills. The voices were...