"there could be a hundred people in a room, but I'll always notice you first" "why" "because I get this feeling that so warm and intense when you're around me, that it's hard not to notice" © 2014 writingonfleek All rights reserved

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. WARNING: all rights go to velvetoscar on ao3 Cover made by: whatkooloser