"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He...
Broken. Alone. Dangerous He is the leader of one of the most Dangerous gangs in the world.... And I can't stop myself from falling for him. |trigger warning|
This is an alternate ending to the popular larry stylinson fanfic tired tired sea TIRED TIRED SEA IS WRITTEN BY MEDIAWHORE AND IS ONLY AVAILABLE ON AO3
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 Cov...
It all started with the headaches. Harry's fine, he thought just so so tired. My own rendition of the iconic Cold Blue Water fic.