Cocaine for breakfast

Cocaine for breakfast

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Reupload of the story on AO3. All credits to writer. "It's an easy job." He continues, as if Louis wants to listen. "Like I said, a few trips. Parties, students, nothing dramatic." Louis gazes over to Harry. He's looking thoughtful now, eyes on the green like he's talking more to himself than Louis. "Clubbing, drinks. Whatever, the business is just a side thing." That's not how Louis remembers it to be, "You lying?" He honestly can't tell. Harry shakes his head slowly, meeting Louis' eyes. "No," He answers almost toneless. Harry clears his throat, "I won't put you in any dangerous situation." His voice is sincere, Louis can tell he means it, his jade green eyes glinting with truth. or, - Louis Tomlinson is a drug addict, sent away from his beloved party-scene to recover. There, he discovers that small towns have just as much access to drugs as London did, plus something even better that he just can't get enough of. That something is a boy with green eyes and bouncy curls named Harry Styles. - Personal opinion: I haven't finished it yet, but until chapter 17 at least it's an amazing fanfic! Definitely recommend it!
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Hij lacht. Hij pakt me bij mijn heupen vast en komt nog dichterbij me staan. 'Sluit me niet buiten, schoonheid.' Fluistert hij in mijn oor. Ik voel zijn warme adem in mijn nek en zijn vingers glijden naar mijn rug. Ik krijg er rillingen van. Nog steeds zeg ik niets. 'Schoonheid.'

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