histórias de Gangharrystyles

“Parker, run!” I grabbed his hand and began to run. He let go of my hand and ran alongside me. I wasn’t going to run without him. I wasn’t going to lose another person, not again. I kept running as fast as I could, until he stopped running. I stopped in my tracks to nudge him along. A loud bang of a gun rang throughout the air. Everything slowed around me. Blood. I heard it running through my veins. I saw it spilling out of his. I walked over to him, afraid to face my worst fear. His eyes were bloodshot. His hands were cold. His skin was pale. His heart was slow. He was dead. June 21, 1954

Punk!Louis sells drugs and is typically a loner with the exception of his squeaky-clean friend Troye Mellet. Harry is in a small gang in London that's quickly gaining recognition among the streets and is starting to affect his school reputation. What happens when Louis' services are needed for a party and things take a turn for the worse?