Poison
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Louis is in a bad place, he has just dropped out of college and lost his job. Harry is a drug dealer without a home. One day Louis catches Harry doing his daily routine and cant help but think there is a better life for the kid. So Louis offers him the guest room in his flat but gets more than he bargained for. I suck at descriptions so like yeah, the story inst as bad as i make it out to be. Just like read it if you want but its rated R for a reason so if you don't like drugs, alcohol, and gay sex than you probably shouldn't read it....it will get a bit... graphic....
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"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. -

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