Darkness

By Maria Grant

Innocent, wealthy, and sheltered Louis Tomlinson arrives to London for a new life and in hope of adventure but instead he meets local badboy Harry Styles. Louis has no idea who Harry really is or what he's capable of but once he finds out that his angel is no angel at all it's a bit too late because Louis has already fallen. But will Harry's Darkness consume him completely?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Apr 3, 2014
• ISBN: 9781312065277

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Darkness

Table of Contents

Chapter 1: Not an angel

Chapter 2: Possessive

Chapter 3: No turning Back

Chapter 4: For You

Chapter 5

Chapter 6: Meet the Parents

Chapter 7: I choose you

Chapter 8: Businesses

Chapter 9: You belong to Me

Chapter 10: The Past

Chapter 11: Acceptance

Chapter 12: Distractions

Chapter 13: Who to Blame?

Chapter 14: Going Home

Chapter 15: Don't Hate Me

Chapter 16: Leaving the past behind

Chapter 17: I'm Fine

Chapter 18: He's Fine

Chapter 19: Forgetting

Chapter 20: New and Improved

Chapter 21: The End to a New Chapter Part 1

Chapter 22: The End of a New Chapter Part 2

Chapter 1: Not an angel

The thing about angels is that they’re not always good; they’re not always pure and they’re not always innocent. But you can’t help but be drawn into them, to their light, like a damn moth to a bug zapper you get pulled into your own death and you love every minute of it.

If you look past the wings, the angelic aura, if you stop listening to the soothing voice and open your eyes you’ll see nothing but darkness. Lucifer was once an angel, claims are made to say that he was a top angel and so incredibly beautiful. He supposedly had a deep and memorizing voice that hypnotized you as he sung and you couldn’t help but enjoy it, enjoy the music, you couldn’t help but lose yourself in him.

And even though we now associate the devil as evil and even though now we allow ourselves to believe that he is the opposite of God and good we still have to remember that he was once an angel. People often make the mistake in thinking that Lucifer has to disguise himself as an angel to deceive us that he has to wear a mask in order to trick you when in reality he is merely showing his true form.

He’s not some ugly, red creature with horns that fairy tales depict him to be; no. Instead biblical sources make the proclamations that Lucifer was the prettiest angel, he was truly angelic and all fell in love with his beauty. Lucifer is a walking, talking representation that not everything innocent is pure, that not everything holy is righteous.

Harry was once that pure creature that was now holding a darkness within, masked by angelic lights, dimples, a deep soothing voice, and Louis fell for it. He met what he thought was an angel but now that he thinks about it, if only he would have looked deeper into those green eyes and past those soft curls he would have noticed the darkness within.

But he didn’t realize the angel was a devil until it was too late, he was too far from the light to go back now and if he’s being honest there’s a small part of him that doesn’t want to. Because this darkness was like a possession, slowly consuming his mind, body, and spirit until there was nothing left. The thing about possession’s is that once you open the door for them, once you fuel them then you are giving them permission to control you, to consume your every thought and after a while the possession becomes a part of you.

The light that once shone within is now completely gone and one day you will wake up from the coma of your former life and wonder what the hell happened. You’ll begin to ask yourself ‘how did I get here?’ knowing deep down the answer is pretty clear…you met the devil, who you thought was an angel, and you loved it.

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Louis Tomlinson walked away from the club that night smiling so wide his eyes began to crinkle in the corners of his face. He was usually shy about his smile because he hated how sharp his teeth were, and how small his eyes got but in this moment he really didn’t care about anything other than the happiness within himself.

He wrapped his scarf tighter around his neck to hide the bruising love bite now forming, doing his best to resist the urge to touch it bringing back even more memories of the wonderful time he just had. He couldn’t help but grip the ends of his scarf even harder as he walked up to his flat where he was sure his mate would be waiting up for him, and before he opened the door and embarrassed himself he made sure to squeal and hop up and down first to get it out of his system.

With one last breath to calm himself down he entered his flat, toeing off his red TOMS to the side of the door and tried to contain his smile before Stan could see it but it was moot by this point. Stan was already sitting on the couch with raised eyebrows watching his friend giggle like a schoolgirl with a crush.

Good night? Stan asked with an amused smile across his face, genuinely happy to see his best mate smile like that.

Louis gave him a confident smirk before taking a swift brush of his fringe from off his face with his thumb, and then proceeded to sit down on the couch as well; pulling the ends of his scarf tighter to his body hoping that in some way the scarf can protect his secrets.

It was lovely yes. He replied innocent enough, knowing Stan would drop it but also knew the lad wouldn’t stop from wondering what brought on that smile.

And truth be told Louis isn’t sure he’ll ever be able to stop smiling again as long as that curly head, green-eyed body continues to remain in his life.

Alright then, here’s the remote I’m going to bed yeah? Stan responded after giving Louis a curious look, then he proceeded to give him a gentle ‘I know you’re hiding something and it’s okay’ squeeze on his shoulder before making his way down the halls to his bedroom; shutting the door softly and leaving Louis to his own thoughts.

Louis slid down on the couch, slipping his, now cold, feet under the blanket that was left there from Stan and began to take out his phone smiling softly to himself as he saw he had a new text.

You left w/o saying goodbye :( That’s not nice.

Louis was beside himself, he really was because he couldn’t believe Harry actually texted him, Louis knows that Harry said he would but he didn’t actually believe the older lad would be true to his word.

Especially with all the blokes and girls all over him at the club pulling on his curls and laughing in his ear, Louis didn’t think he stood a chance but yet here Harry was actually texting him and he hasn’t been happier a day in his life.

* Goodbye is so permanent though, so meet me for brunch tomorrow and we can talk proper and I’ll make it up to you ;) *

Christ Louis had no idea what he was doing, was that even sexual? Was Louis trying to be sexual? He was trying to flirt but he’s never flirted before he didn’t know what to say, or how to say it. Should he have waited a few minutes before responding so he didn’t seem desperate? Should he not have asked him on a date so soon? Louis groaned to himself because he was at a lost, he was sure Harry was laughing at him until his phone buzzed again.

Ha, Lou you make me laugh and I like that but honestly nobody eats brunch anymore you really are from a different social class. How about this, when you wake up you text me and I’ll pick you up so you can hang out with me for the day. I’ll even cook for you.

Harry called him Lou!!!!!!!!!Louis may or may not have re-read the text message like ten times squealing louder after re-reading it each time. He didn’t respond to the message until a very irritated Stan shouted ‘shut the fuck up Lou.’

Sounds good to me shall I bring anything?

Louis couldn’t wipe the grin off his face, as he bit his lip in anticipation.

*Christ you’re cute. No just bring yourself. But look I g2g so night Mr. Tomlinson*

Louis sighed in contempt before sending his own ‘Night Mr. Styles’ and heading to his room where he fell asleep.

Louis dreamed about his life leading up to that moment that night. He dreamed about how he grew up in a wealthy neighborhood, to a very wealthy family that contained his mum, step dad, and three sisters, how he attended a private school with his best mate Stan and how his world and life had been so incredibly sheltered. Louis’ mom pretty much had a heart and panic attack at the same time upon hearing Louis claim he wanted to go to Uni in London and move away from Doncaster.

They agreed Louis could move only if Stan went with him in order to protect their ‘precious Lou Bear’ from the harshness of life. Louis loved Stan and agreed to the fair terms almost instantly and he thought the city would bring him the happiness he’s been craving his whole life and thus far the city hasn’t failed him yet.

It’s only the second week in London and he was finally able to attend a club on his own and it took a lot of begging and pleading from Stan to let him go out promising he wouldn’t get hurt. He took a taxi down town and proceeded to walk until he saw the first club that looked interesting and he was surprised he didn’t have to wait in line long at all.

The club was small, the music was loud, people were everywhere, he could barely breathe and yet it was the best night of his life. He eagerly went up to the bar and bought himself a drink almost dying when the bartender informed him it was ‘on the house for having a great arse.’

Louis knew he had chosen the right pair of skinny jeans after hearing that complement and proceeded sway his hips to the music on the dance floor enjoying getting pulled by girls and guys. His head was back and he was enjoying the songs all up until he had to pee like really, really bad and forced the hands on his hips to let him go.

He was in so much of a rush to piss that he forgot to lock his stall, which was the only available stall in the whole bathroom. He was about to zip up, after finishing, when the door to the stall flung open startling both him and the curly haired stranger in front of him.

Oops. The deep, raspy voice said to him with a blatant smirk on his face showing the sign of dimples.

Hi. Louis squeaked out forgetting all about his unzipped pants and how to breathe.

You’re adorable, my name is Harry Styles and I haven’t seen you here before. Harry said leaning against the post to the door watching Louis with intent.

It’s a pretty big club how sure are you I’ve never been here before? Louis responded back trying his hardest to seem cool which was hard to do with unzipped pants and a flushed face.

Harry raised an eyebrow and took a step forward reaching to grab Louis’ hip with one hand and reaching in his pocket with the other. Louis’ breath hitched in his throat and he forgot what air was getting lost in those green eyes, and those dimples. The guy looked like a fucking angel.

Because I’m here almost every night, a friend of mine works the bar, and I would never forget an arse like this or a face like yours. Harry said in a very cheeky manner, grabbing Louis’ bum just for emphasis. And Louis thought he had died, it was all too much he needed to leave but Harry had his phone.

Here, I put my number in your phone and now I have your number as well now all I need is your name? Harry was staring into Louis’ eyes probably waiting for Louis to speak but what are words? What is air? How was Louis supposed to remember these things when there was an angel touching his waist with such red lips and ugh?

Louis…Louis Tomlinson. Louis breathed out softly almost forgetting that he probably shouldn’t have given away his last name.

Tomlinson? Like the Multi-millionaire almost billionaire Tomlinson’s? Harry asked and a look crossed his face so quick Louis couldn’t decipher it.

Yeah that’s me… Louis responded quieter this time shifting uneasy under the intense gaze.

You must be what? 18? Louis merely nodded.

You’re adorable, like an innocent baby come here let’s go dance. And honestly who was Louis to deny this mystery boy? So he zipped up his pants, washed his hands, and ignored the grunts of ‘fucking finally’ as he walked hand in hand out to the dance floor with Harry.

For some reason the music seemed to be tuned out as well as the surrounding people because he had his back towards Harry, whose hands were gripping his waist tightly and they just seemed to be in sync as they moved. Their bodies fit so well together that they managed to have formed as one and the rougher Harry got the more Louis’ body responded by pushing harder into the bulge rubbing against his arse.

And when Louis tipped his head back to rest on Harry’s shoulder, he felt a hand graze his stomach, under his shirt and wet lips on his neck. It sent shivers throughout his body and it was becoming too much, he silently thanked God when Harry pulled off him, who was, clearly not wanting to let go.

I got to go handle something at the bar right quick but I’ll be back, make sure not to get stolen while I’m gone. Harry whispered into his ear and the thought of Harry being possessive alone made Louis melt and his pants tighten.

He nodded his head and reached for his phone he felt buzzing when he saw he had missed several texts from Stan wondering where he was. The last thing he needed was for Stan to come looking for him so Louis decided to let Harry know he was leaving but when he saw the taller lad at the bar he was surrounded by girls on his arms laughing and touching his hair.

The same hair Louis wished he could run his fingers through but knew it wasn’t his place to so without wanting to disturb Harry, Louis grabbed his coat and scarf from coat check and left.

And now here he is smiling inside of his dream at the fact that Harry wanted to see him tomorrow and knowing that his life was finally going to change. Needless to say Louis couldn’t wait to wake up.

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Louis woke up still smiling finding himself awake before noon for once. The anticipation for the day was a little bit too much and as he rolled over to press his face into the pillow, to contain his squeal, he felt something heavy on top of his ankles. That’s when he sat up and noticed an outfit laid out on the foot of his bed as well as a small duffle bag, seemingly already packed.

Almost as if his friend could sense the confusion in walked Stan who had a piece of toast in his mouth, already fully dressed. Stan was smiling brightly at Louis as he walked into the room in order to sit down in the chair looking at Louis’ bruising neck expectantly.

What is that? Louis pointed to the clothes and bag on his bed.

What is that? Stan asked pointing to the bruise on Louis’ neck, and needless to say the smaller boy felt his cheeks heat up and flush under his friend’s gaze.

I..umm… Stan tilted his head back to let out a small laugh that made his entire body shake up and down, his toast already forgotten.

I’m kidding mate I’m sure it has something to do with that Harry fellow. Louis’ eyes grew wide and before he could ask any questions or stutter out a response Stan continued to talk.

Mate you were screaming like a damn fangirl all last night and kept muttering something about a Harry and a date all throughout your sleep. So I figured why not help you out and pick out some clothes for this date of yours that way you won’t come to my room later in a panic begging me for clothing advice. Also just to make sure you’re safe I packed you a little overnight bag, just make sure to take your charger and please keep me updated I love you.

And see this is why Louis loved Stan because Stan understands, he really truly does. Louis’ parents have always been over protective of their son which has led Louis to having had no life experiences what so ever. He’s had one shot of liquor his whole life, never smoked, no relationship, and is sadly a virgin.

But when you live in a town where your family is treated like royalty it’s hard to know who is genuine or not. That’s why Louis lucked out with his childhood friend Stan and the two of them have been unseparatable since grade 5. With Stan being several inches taller than Louis and much more broad that taller lad has taken it upon himself to be a sort of protector to Louis.

And Louis appreciates it he really does because he knows his innocence is one of his downfalls; it’s not like he’s stupid or gullible or anything it’s just the simple fact that he hasn’t been exposed to anything outside of his sheltered home and community. That’s why he wanted to move to London so he could experience the world for everything that it’s worth and have the adventure of a lifetime. And maybe it’s hopeful wishing but he thinks that this Harry guy could be the one to give it to him.

Thank you Stan for everything, not just the clothes and not making me feel embarrassed but for just being you… Louis trailed off after hearing Stan ‘awww’ and then Louis promptly got up and shut his bathroom door after Stan began to tease him and make kissy faces. They might only be eighteen and Stan might be older but a month but he is still much more immature than Louis will ever be.

Remember Louis keep me updated and send a picture I want to know what this lad looks like in case I ever need to bury his body. I’m leaving for brunch and golf with some people from work I told you about. Love you lulu. And Louis knew Stan was serious so he could do nothing but laugh as he turned the shower on ‘yelling a love you too’ before hearing the front door shut.

Louis was so busy putting on his form fitting tight white shirt with his red skinny jeans and black braces, fixing his fringe to perfection, and getting ready for his date so he totally forgot all about texting Harry to let him know he was ready. Murmuring ‘shoot’ under his breath he reached for his phone that was on the floor plugged up and ignored the ‘be safe’ texts from Stan already in honor of texting Harry.

*Gosh I’m such an idiot I was so busy getting ready I forgot to text you I’m up. So I’m up and almost ready. *

Louis then proceeded to send his address before going back to the mirror and looking over himself a thousand times. There are several things Louis hated about himself but he never let his faults get him down, he took every day in stride always determined to make his-self better. And if he received complements from a curly-haired angel in the process then so be it.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he almost didn’t hear his phone buzz, alerting him that he had a message.

*I can’t wait to see that adorable face again. I’m on my way.*

And since he was all alone he could totally fangirl in peace without judging eyes to witness his blushing cheeks nor hear his uncontained squeals. Louis’ never had a guy look at him the way Harry had last night, he’s never had hands on his body that way nor has he ever felt warm and tingly just from a simply touch before. So needless to say Louis was experiencing a lot of hormonal urges for the first time so if he wants to squeal he will squeal.

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Louis found himself thirty minutes later nervously answering the door pulling it open slowly to reveal a head of messy curls and a dimpled grin. Harry was wearing a black blazer with the sleeves pulled rolled up, a white V-Neck shirt that showed his abs, and tight black skinny jeans that were ripped at the knees. He looked gorgeous with the light reflected over his head in the background looking so pure and Louis wanted to swoon.

C-come in. Louis stuttered slightly and moved out of the way so Harry could take a step into the flat and Louis noticed the taller lad looking around with wide eyes.

Nice place, everything looks so…breakable. Harry said will a low laugh that made Louis’ pants tighten which was unfortunately because they were so tight that Harry could see just how much of an affect he had on Louis. And those green eyes brightened slightly after taking notice, as he slowly waltzed up to Louis and placed a gently kiss on his lips…so soft lips.

You look lovely Louis, kind of like an adorable innocent child with these braces on… And before Louis could begin to pout at being compared to a little child Harry laughed low again, his raspy voice speaking softly against Louis’ ear.

But I like the innocent look…it’s really sexy on you. And after feeling Louis shiver, Harry took a few steps back to observe Louis’ body taking him all in from head to toe. Louis felt nervous under the intense gaze and found himself trying to cover his stomach with his arms only to have to pulled away from his body.

Don’t ever hide yourself from me, I like you for the way you are. And if Harry expected Louis to remember how to form words after saying something like that well then he had another thing coming. The only thing Louis could do was smile softly to himself while bending down to pick up his small duffle bag realizing it was already being picked up by Harry’s massive hand.

What’s the bag for? Harry asked as he swung it over his shoulder waiting for Louis to finish putting his red TOMS on.

Stan packed it for me, he wanted me to an overnight bag just in case… Louis trailed off again suddenly becoming very shy as a massive grin crossed Harry’s face.

Already planning on spending the night? Cheeky. Harry responded and Louis felt a hand grab his wrist as he headed towards the door so they both could leave.

Louis…those pants make your arse look so good. They’re so tight, are you sure you want to wear them? Harry asked his face turning serious as he furrowed his brows and Louis couldn’t help but smile shyly.

Afraid someone might make a better offer curly? Louis asked brushing some curls from Harry’s face laughing at the way Harry playfully bit Louis’ thumb.

Yes. Harry then answered his voice lower than before and Louis was so focused on the voice that he missed the darkness that flashed in Harry’s eyes. Louis wasn’t sure what to say next, this was no longer flirting not with Harry starring so intensely at Louis so Louis did the only thing he could think of and he broke the gaze headed back to opening the door.

You have no to worry about Harry, I assure you. And not waiting for a response he reached up to give Harry’s cheek a small kiss before running outside to the car calling out to Harry to ‘lock my door’ over his shoulder.

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The ride to Harry’s house was quicker than expected and not at all silent. Louis began sharing some of his boring life story with Harry, telling stories of him and Stan. Louis learned that Harry was almost twenty-only and that the guy lived with his best mate Zayn. They both shared what kind of music they were interested in Harry promised to show Louis his tattoos once they got to Harry’s flat.

As the ride continued on Louis noticed the areas beginning to look more and more worse, not poor just not what he was used to. Louis tried not to look uncomfortable as they pulled up to the flat and he visibly relaxed when Harry let out a small cackle telling Louis that everything would be fine and he would protect him.

Louis just gave a small smile and let Harry know he wasn’t scared of anything as he felt a larger hand take his small one and a duffle bag being pulled out of the back seat.

Your hands are so small Lou it’s so adorable, you’re so adorable. Come on. And when a gentle kiss to his forehead, Louis found himself being tugged along and into a much smaller flat than Louis’ own.

They had wooden floor and two bedrooms with a small kitchen to the right of the living room. It was surprisingly clean, Louis could hear a footie match being played on the telly. Louis found himself slamming into Harry’s broad back at the older boy stopped abruptly in front of him and Louis noticed two new faces staring at him curiously.

This the guy? The brown skinned, brown eyed guy asked his voice low as well caring a strong accent. The guy was equally as gorgeous as Harry, looking like some kind of model and Louis felt himself pouting because it was just unfair.

Yea this is my Louis. Lou meet Zayn and Liam, guys this is Louis. Louis blushed after hearing Harry call him ‘his’.

Nice to meet you Zayn and Liam. Louis said trying not to sound too nervous, he just didn’t like the way the two were staring at him like they were trying to figure him out or something.

Louis who? Zayn asked squinting his eyes and turning his head and the look was very smoldering for some reason. While Liam just looked at Louis with a broad smile looking almost like a puppy.

Why so you can stalk him? Come on Lou my room’s this way. The hand wrapped around his tightened reassuringly and Louis was thankful he was being pulled away but he didn’t miss Zayn shouting ‘kid’s got a great arse though.’ And if Louis wasn’t too busy blushing he would have seen the dark look in Harry’s eyes after hearing the complement.

You should really make sure not to tell anyone your last name while you’re here…you can trust me of course but some people aren’t very trust worthy I just want you to remember that okay? And Louis almost felt like a child getting scolded by their parent’s but the look in Harry’s eyes was pure concern and Louis couldn’t do anything place a gentle kiss to Harry’s mouth making sure to grab his cheeks in his hands at the same time.

You promised to cook for me and I’m hungry. Louis almost whined like a child but he couldn’t help it he was practically starving.

Harry leaned his head back and let out a small cackle once again and Louis was sure that Harry cackling was his new favorite thing.

I did promise you food didn’t I? How about this? How about you make yourself at home in my room and I’ll bring you some food in bed okay? Louis nodded, accepting another kiss willingly before Harry bounced his way out of the room making sure to shut it as he went.

Louis probably should have snooped around the clean and organized room, because if he did then maybe he would have noticed the pills in the top drawer, the weed hidden under his bed, or the stack of cash hidden in his closet. Maybe he would have noticed the liquor bottles under the jacket on the floor, or the trash can filled with used condoms.

But Louis was too busy wondering what the hell Zayn was doing coming into the room, shutting the door behind him as he sauntered towards the bed taking a seat beside Louis.

So…you’re the guy Harry couldn’t stop talking about last night? He practically kidnapped Liam this morning forcing the two of us to clean this place spotless. Ah that explained why it was so clean.

He talked about me? Louis asked next, the heat raising up his neck.

Yup. He said he met you a the club and how amazing your blue eyes were. How small your hands were, how tiny you were in general and how you looked so innocent. But he didn’t mention how great of an arse you had. Zayn whispered in Louis’ ear and a hand was placed on his thigh.

Louis was uncomfortable, he didn’t tingle like when Harry did it, so he immediately stood up and headed for the door hoping to join Harry in the kitchen but a hand grabbed his wrist and a low laugh was being emitted from Zayn’s lips.

No need to go running to your boyfriend I was testing you is all. Harry’s never cooked for a random fuck before which much mean you’re special to him for whatever reason, I just had to make sure you wouldn’t do anything to hurt him. And just like that Zayn was up and out of the room leaving Louis very confused and hungry.

So he decided just to lay back down on the bed and inhale the scent of Harry so glad nobody could see him. Except for Harry who was standing in the door frame with an amused smile on his face and two plates in his hand.

Louis blushed again, and sat up straight thankful that Harry let it go. They ate their grilled cheese sandwiches in silence and before Louis knew it they were talking again. Harry laughed at Zayn’s poor attempt to seduce Louis and after a while the two headed to the couch to finish watching the footie match being played.

Louis began to feel comfortable around the three guys who were all very loud shouting at the TV. The game ended beers were being drunk and after one beer Louis started giggling. He’s never had beer before and it felt good he didn’t mind the three guys laughing at his poor attempt at Karaoke and he appreciated it when Harry stood up and began singing right along with him.

The sun began going down, dinner was being ate and darkness was consuming the light. That’s when Harry gets up and pulls Louis towards the bedroom making claims that they’re going out tonight. It was already 5 past 11 and Louis forgot all about texting or calling Stan who must be going crazy.

But he had no time to check his phone, instead he sent a quick message alerting Stan that he was okay and about to go out with Harry. Harry pulled Louis by his wrist and opened the car door for him, helping him into the seat of his massive truck before getting in the driver seat.

We’re going to have so much fun tonight Lou I promise. Harry said as he pulled away leaving Louis to forget all about the fact he left his phone in Harry’s flat.

Maybe if Louis would have checked his text messages or his voice messages he would have seen and heard a desparate Stan saying:

*4:28pm Just left the golf course and heard some interesting stuff about Harry.

4:33pm Is the guy you’re with Harry Styles?

4:45pm Lulu this is not funny are you with Harry Styles?

5:19pm Pick up Louis or respond when you get this. Harry’s dangerous Louis.

5:54pm Just tell me where you are I’ll come pick you up. If you don’t respond I’ll start to worry.

6:17pm I know you like this guy but fuck Louis I heard a lot of bad things about him.

9:55pm Fine I’m assuming you’re dead and therefore claiming all the crisps in the house.

11:01pm I’m going to bed Louis, I hope you know what you’re doing. Please if you’re okay just call or text me. If I wake up and still haven’t heard from you I’m calling the cops. Harry is not safe. *

After arriving to the club Louis wouldn’t need to see Stan’s texts to know just the kind of guy Harry Styles