Louis Tomlinson finds himself in a hotel room in Las Vegas with a ring around his finger and a marriage certificate which states that he's married to a man named Harry Edward Styles.
I fell in love with you. I fell in love with your smile, your eyes, your bones and the way they made your body look like home. I fell in love with your handwriting and the way it curved so delicately. I fell so madly in love with you, but you looked me in the eye and told me about your love for her. l.t.n
❝What are your dreams, young man?❞ ❝I- I don't know, sir..❞ He answered, stuttering a bit. ❝I don't know..❞ Harry never expected that such a question would throw him off as much as it did. He didn't expect that he'd be thinking about that same question until three am, or that he would come up with something as cr...