Fresh out The Slammer

Fresh out The Slammer

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'Fresh out the slammer I know who my first call will be going to...' "I know people like you. They only care about themselves and their possessions", Louis stated. "And you people only mean trouble, there's a reason they warn us about you", Harry said back. "If you really believe that, you're just like the rest of them", Louis said after he took a drag of his cigarette. "Then you might not know me at all". ♥♥♥ In a world where wealth, glory and fortune were Harry's life and drugs, gangs and parties were Louis' life. What happens if these two worlds collide? Will quiet judgement, prejudices and differences keep them from building a connection or will Louis and Harry be able to beat the odds together?
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Tw// sexual abuse, body image issues, mental illnesses, medication, smut Crown Prince Harry Styles loves three things, cars, money and a different person in his bed every night. He hates three things, repairing his cars, checking his bank statements and their business's primary investor's son Louis Tomlinson. Louis Tomlinson is full of sass and admired by all except Harry Styles. Cutthroat and ruthless when it comes to business. Beneath all that, he is just another romantic who loves his cat, Ophelia. Tell me the story of how the sun loved the moon so much, he died every night just to let her breathe. 'In love, one starts by deceiving oneself........and ends with deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance' - Oscar Wilde Keep the comments kind and about the story xx

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