Louis wants to die, but what he does not want, is to die alone. So he flicks the phone book open to a random page and lets his finger drag down until he sees a number under the name 'Harry Styles'. "Sounds like a cool name," Louis mumbles in a slight slur along with a sniffle to himself. He picks up his cellphone, dialing the number. As soon as he hears a click, telling him the person has picked up the phone, the words leave his mouth. "I'm dying."

In which Louis becomes blind and Harry becomes heartbroken. © 2014 unrepulsive

I was captivated, but he was all too good at his profession: Harry Styles, Playboy. © wrenadler, All Rights Reserved. (Larry with some Ziam)