Louis Tomlinson had the perfect life. The perfect career, the perfect family, the perfect friends, the perfect house. At least he had all those perfect things until Nate Vancouver -his old 'boyfriend' that was suppose to be 6 feet under the ground- showed back up into his life with the terrible past that Louis thought he had hidden away, safely where no one can find it. When many events occur Louis realizes that Nate is not after him, but his loved ones. So, to keep them safe he decides to make a deal. A Deal with the Devil. [Warning: (Rated R) May have sexual content, mentions of suicide or homicide, cursing, self harm, & homosexuality. If you do not like reading about these types of things I advise to not read this story.]
Louis finds himself out of place in LA, unable to get at an itch that’s been bothering him for years. He supposes back in the early days, home hadn’t been a place. It’d been a person. He’d etched it permanently into his skin for fucks sake.
It was always him and Harry. Stuck to each other like super glue. Pulled together by some magnetic force, existing in their own bubble. Everyone could see it, but that was half the problem, wasn’t it?
It's not like Louis can pinpoint the exact moment in time when him and Harry fell out of sync. There wasn't really one at all. It had been a gradual slip, like the tide wearing away at a sandstone cliff.
Chipping the solid foundations until there was nothing left to stop the structure falling to the waves below. It's not like he spends all of his time sitting around moping over a lost friendship, he's good at distractions.
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