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Pairing: Louis Tomlinson/Zayn Malik.
Word Count: 5,934.
Rated: NC-17; Mature Content.
Zayn Malik was a normal college boy.
He didn’t believe in Aliens and was popular at the university.
Nothing could have prepared the Bradford boy for this.
Louis Tomlinson simply wanted another test subject.
- Bad Romance; 30 Seconds to Mars Cover.
“I want your drama, The touch of your hand, I want you leather choked, cuffed to my hand.”
- Cryin’; Aerosmith
“Now there’s not even breathin’ room, Between pleasure and pain. Yeah you cry when we’re makin’ love, Must be one and the same.”
- Back to Black; Amy Winehouse
“He left no time to regret, Kept his d*ck wet, With his same old safe bet.”
- Sad; Maroon 5
“Oh, but I’m scared to death that there may not be another one like this, and I confess that I’m only holding on by a thin, thin thread.”
- Give Me Novocaine; Green Day
“Out of body and out of mind, Kiss the demons out of my dreams. I get the funny feeling, that’s alright.”
- Toxic; Jayme Dee Cover
“There’s no escape, I can’t wait. I need a hit, Baby, give me it. You’re dangerous, I’m lovin’ it.”
- Free Fallin’ (Live); John Mayer
“And I’m a bad boy ‘cause I don’t even miss him, I’m a bad boy for breakin’ his heart.”
- Harder To Breathe; Maroon 5
“I have the tendency of getting very physical, So watch your step ‘cause if I do you’ll need a miracle.”
- Sex on Fire; Kings of Leon
“Soft lips are open, knuckles are pale, Feels like you’re dying, you’re dying.”
- Heart Shaped Box; Nirvana
“Hey! Wait! I’ve got a new complaint, Forever in debt to your priceless advice.”
- One More Night; Maroon 5
“I’ll be waking up in the morning, probably hating myself. And I’ll be waking up, feeling satisfied but guilty as hell.”
- With or Without You; U2
“My hands are tied, my body bruised, he got me with nothing to win, And nothing else to lose.”
Pairing: Louis Tomlinson/Harry Styles.
Word Count: 3,302.
Louis Tomlinson; Millionaire Drug Lord.
Harry Styles; Sold Slave.
How would you feel if your father sold you to a man for his addiction?
Louis isn’t new to the game— He started it.
Pairing: Louis/Harry, slight Zayn/Liam
Word Count: ~2,700
A/N: I guess my love for this fic should kind of speak for itself. Based off of this song [x]. Endless love to everyone who said they were interested in the first place, it was so much fun to write.
Summary: In which Harry is a lovesick kid listening to his parents joke about him and Louis, and then it’s not really a joke.