Finalmente, tudo tinha se tornado demais para que Louis conseguisse lidar. As mentiras, namoros e sorrisos falsos. Os fãs estavam certos. Eles sempre estiveram certos. Louis ama Harry mas não tem permissão de tê-lo. Ele já teve o suficiente e não quer mais viver essa vida mentirosa. "Vocês estavam certos...Todos vocês...
"It's hard letting go. I'm finally at peace but it feels wrong." {Under going editing. It's being rewritten from the beginning, grammatical errors are being fixed. Should be completely edited and polished by December}
When I first started writing Locker 17, I had a different ending than the one on the original book. I couldn't bring myself to just forget about it, so here's a different ending :)
NOT MY WORK "Infamous boybander leaves club together with unknown," read the headline. Underneath were pictures of a boy with dark curls, green eyes and very tight pants. They both studied the article for a moment, reading it through quickly. "Is that...?" Louis frowned. That guy almost looked exactly like... "HOLY F...
In which, Louis and Harry begin innocent sexting that always lead to nights of hair tugging and moans of each others names. (Every chapter is a different story unless it's a part 2!) All works are mine unless stated otherwise.