All That I Am

All That I Am

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My name is Adella. Today I'm moving to London with my closest cousin, Louis Tomlinson. My parents haven't really been the best ever since my sister died. It was four years ago when I was fourteen. My older sister Adette had just turned eighteen and she wanted to do something awesome. We decided to go on a road trip through California. We flew from New York (where we lived) to California and rented a big truck. We started through the top and worked our way down to the bottom. After spending time in Beverly Hills, we decided to go camping in Yosemite. After going on hike's, we decided to climb Half Dome. Climbing was one of our hobbies. We grabbed our climbing gear and headed up. It took us two hours to hike up to the top of Yosemite Falls, and another five to get to the top of Half Dome. It seemed like the perfect day to climb too, the sun was shining and there wast a cloud in sight. Boy was I wrong. Weather in Yosemite can change like that *insert snapping fingers here* We sat at the top of Half Dome snapping photos and eating sandwiches, just enjoying the view, when we heard a loud clap of thunder. Then, lightening. I'll tell you a little bit of what happened. I was up, and moving on my feet while Adette was curled in a little ball. "Adette get up!" I yelled. Somewhere I read that if you move, you wot get as much shock from lightening strikes and can survive a lot easier. Suddenly, lightening strikes. I feel a surge go through my body and I fall to the ground. And well I'm pretty sure you know what happened from there. Ever since, my parents blamed me for her death, don't get me wrong I loved her. But, she was always the favorite child. My father started beating me, and my mom just stayed silent in her room most of the time. But now, I'm finally eighteen, I can finally leave!
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"Louis booked a flight to Berlin to fuck Harry Styles. He should've booked an exorcist instead." After six months of radio silence and fifteen years into a beautifully toxic situationship neither of them will ever admit to, Louis Tomlinson wakes up in Los Angeles alone, to a sunrise, a half-smoked joint, and a text from Harry Styles that simply reads: "i want you to get me pregnant." His relationship with Zara just went public. She's all sunshine, green smoothies, and Instagram-ready happiness-everything Louis should want, and nothing that makes his hands shake. So, his life, on paper, should be content. Instead? He books a last-minute flight to Berlin, cancels his studio day, and lets himself fall headfirst into the kind of chaos he swore he'd grown out of. What follows: a private fetish club with chandeliers and chapels, MDMA delivered mouth-to-mouth, angel wings stolen off a stranger, and enough sin to make a priest cry. Somewhere between lace panties, pierced cocks, and a dungeon full of bad decisions, Louis realizes two very inconvenient truths: 1. He would do anything Harry asked him to. 2. Harry might've actually gotten himself pregnant. (Not really. Probably. Maybe.) In the end, they're wrecked, high, and tangled together-again. Because this is who they are: saints, sinners, and something far worse in between. Warnings: Toxic codependency, at least three separate existential crises, lace panties, molly-fueled mistakes, pierced cock emergencies, religious imagery used very incorrectly, and Harry Styles riding Louis Tomlinson straight into blasphemy. It's chaotic, unhinged, stupidly sweet in all the wrong places, and cruel enough to make you wonder why you ever started reading in the first place.

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