"I- I need someone over 18 to come with me," Harry mumbles, eyes firmly on the ground. "Why not get your mum to go with you? I'm sure she'd love nothing more than to accompany her little Hazza," Louis snorts. Harry flinches but recovers quickly. "Please? I just need this one favor and then we can go back to hating eac...
When Louis realized his mistake, it was already too late. He could feel a cold blade pressed to his neck. His anger fueled to uncertainty and despair. "Switching sides quickly, Tomlinson, I see. Just couldn't leave you there, with that carnage you were about to create." The vague shadow behind him let out a sadistic...
Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. WARNING: all rights go to velvetoscar on ao3 Cov...