Summary:
Louis was a lumberjack happy to be living his life alone in what could qualify as Middle Of
Nowhere, Canada.
Every morning, he went out into the woods, cut his logs, then came home at dusk to a
scalding hot shower and a good book by the fireplace. Rinse and Repeat. He had a good life,
quiet and peaceful; simple. Not a secluded one as Niall annoyingly claimed.
Louis certainly didn't need some chatty trespasser dropping into his life, his forest, his home.
Invading his space, his circle of friends, touching his stuff, asking questions about his
husband. His late husband.
A trespasser who wasn't supposed to crawl under his skin, occupy his thoughts, and steal his
heart from where Louis had locked it safely away, only to put it right back on Louis' sleeve
- where it once laid.
No, Louis definitely didn't need Harry.
ATTENTION!! this story is NOT mine. Its from freetheankles on ao3 but I think she deleted it from there because I can't find it anymore. I had the pdf of the fanfic downloaded so I thought why not post it here. I loved this story a lot so I hope you guys like it too
Y/N, a simple woman, joins the deadly games to pay off debts after her mother's death. Young-Il, a heartless soul, controls the games, watching everything from afar while sipping on his glass of whisky.
But this year is different. When he spots Y/N, number 160, during the game of "Red Light, Green Light," he can't help but grow more obsessed with her.
The first game ends, and Young-Il decides it's time to join the games himself, meet her, and make her his forever. Not that he will allow anyone else to even look at her
But will Y/N really trust him?