Harry was gentle, an angel for everyone who knew him. Harry was tall, really tall. He had an slender body, but not in a unhealthy way; he was well built, his long torso connected with his kilometric and, just in the perfect amount, muscled legs. His hands were big but always gentle, his skin white as porcelain always with a light blush on his cheeks. Harry's soft chocolate curls always laid wildly on top of his head was always under a flower crown himself always made. And then, we had Louis Tomlinson, who was literally the opposite to the lovely Harry. Louis was one of those who were feared for everyone, his attitude was bad to say the least. Lou was part of a gang, people said that they were drug dealers, that they were always vandalizing buildings including their own school and if you asked the right people they would tell you how they stole from every store they had the opportunity to do so. Sadly, just half of all the things people heard about him were true.
They were made for each other, their relationship was meant to be but it was not a pleasure cruise, after all, all the things that are worthy in this life take a little bit more.
In the year 1907 Louis Tomlinson left his home to find a job. He was a grown up now and there was too many mouths to feed back home. He was heading to London but he was getting more and more desperate. No one wanted to hire him.
When he woke up after spending an other night outside a circus was passning him by and he decided to ask if he could join them. Desperate times took desperate meassures. While he was looking for the owner, Mr Payne he ran into a young man that introduced himself as Harry. When Mr Payne didn't want to hire him Harry vouched for him and a new and exciting time was ahead of him. But it would also be a very confusing time as he got to know the young man named Harry...
Purely fictional. Smutwarning.