He didn't just fall in love with a demon; he fell in love with death.

He tightens his hold on Louis’ tiny waist and begs, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” His breath condenses on Louis’ neck and seeps into his skin, trying to keep him warm, trying to keep whatever hope they have left warm, but Louis just keeps crying, “You don’t, you don’t, you don’t.” He tightens his hold on Louis’ tiny waist and begs, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” His breath condenses on Louis’ neck and seeps into his skin, trying to keep him warm, trying to keep whatever hope they have left warm, but Louis just keeps crying, “You don’t, you don’t, you don’t.” Or, after three years of no contact with his best friend, Harry Styles goes to America when he receives an invitation to Louis’ wedding. With Louis’ fiancé gone on a business trip and a week before the wedding, Harry’s forced to reconsider his mistakes in the past, and whether or not he wants Louis in his future. A week of sex, sorrow, and passion ensues. © 2013 All Rights Reserved. Cover by AlexandraJoy

There are things much larger than fate... Louis Tomlinson is a street musician with a minor drug addiction and a ginger cat he sometimes talks to. After a nearly fatal beating, he is saved by a fallen angel named Harry. Louis shows Harry how to live and be reckless, while at the same time finds himself falling in love with the beautiful immortal. But there are dangers that lurk in every corner. Can Louis finally let go of his addiction and get rid of the drug dealer who's after his life? Will Harry ever tell Louis his secret? One that he's kept for hundreds of years? A secret so dark and gratifying, it could cost them thier lives? The boys like playing with fire; its beautiful and bright. Lust, hate, passion, jealousy; it is all very dangerous. Their love is merely a blaze, and they are moths drawn eagerly to the burning element. But if one is not careful, everything could all smolder and burn.

"Time is now abstract, but not of the essence. Any and all meaning it once held has been destroyed, leaving Harry unsure of whether weeks have passed or months. Time seems never ending now, no one to talk to, nothing to do, no motivation for either even if they were options. " Sometimes, we try to save people. Sometimes, people try to save us. And sometimes, we fail.