your typical teenage love story about crushes, friendzone, and heartbreaks.

"harry, why do you always bring a gun with you?" Louis asked. "just because...it's fun, kitten," he kissed the boy's nose. "did you...did you killed uncle Mike?" the 17 year old boy spoke then looked away. "that has to do sweetpea, he touched you, no one- what I mean is no one, allowed to touch what's mine, baby,"