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“Scared?” Louis asks, punctuated by a deep drag of his cigarette. With his other hand, he brings his thumb and index finger to his chest and undoes another button. The bare skin is somehow still amber and aglow, decorated with small hairs. Harry wants to catch them in his teeth and pull.
He drinks. “I’ve always been scared of unpredictable people. But I get over it.”
Louis leans back and smirks. “Now you’re scared of yourself. You’re afraid you’ll fall in love with me.”
“That wouldn’t be hard.”
In fact, it would be nearly effortless. It’s everything else that’s been taking him a lot of effort these days.
Louis lowers his head just to look up at Harry through lightning-rod eyelashes. “Careful.”
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1946. WWII has just ended, but there's still work to be done.
To help bring Nazis to justice, U.S. government agent Harry Styles receives a new assignment: recruit Louis Tomlinson, the American son of a convicted German war criminal, as a spy. Neither knows the full extent of the task they're asked to complete nor the full impact they will have upon each other.
The stakes are quite high.
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"What draws two souls together? What binds them in unspoken agreement of fellowship and loyalty? And where does that familiar affection blurs into ardent desire? How can two paradoxical beings hunger for one another with fervent passion?"
In a world where the Vampires have taken over, the remaining Lycan, Human and Warlock factions are hunted and oppressed. Everything is falling apart. Louis, nephew to the dictator Vampire King, gets dragged into the chessboard of power-play that traps him in front of a green eyed Prince who is bound to a miserable fate and an unfortunate love.
Or where Louis fights to save Harold, the Prince of Lycans, when many of his allies wish to be rid of him.
The last part of the Blood Right Series. Heed the warnings... because I do mean them.
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- Part 3 of Bloodright
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It’s still that dreamy kind of dark, nothing seeming real, but he knows that it’s time to go, to whistle for Pippa and eat whatever he’s got left in the fridge and start the drive down to Molly’s.
He can’t seem to open the door. Maybe he doesn’t want to face it, this new thing. Having Louis here feels like a betrayal. Harry tries not to think about what his Dad would have to say if he saw the journo sleeping on their pull-out, here to shake a settled sheet and watch the dust fly again.
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AU. Harry's a farmer, Louis writes for The Age, and it hasn't rained in the Bourke Shire for six years.
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It was the perfect last day of summer. They built sandcastles, wrote their names in the sand, and caught crabs, which they eventually let go when one of them pinched Louis and he was near tears. Afterward, they swam in the ocean, splashing each other playfully before moving toward one another in sync, lips pressing together in sweet kisses. When their skin turned prune-like, they returned to shore, laying out on their towels beneath the bright sun, snacking on fruit and chocolate while talking about everything and nothing.
At some point, Harry had shared, “I think this has been my favorite summer yet.”
“Why’s that?” Louis asked, a smile peeking out as though he already knew. He looked so pretty and cool with his sun-kissed skin and black Ray-Bans covering his eyes.
Harry rolled over on his towel until he was half-pressed against Louis and placed his palms on top of Louis’ chest, tucking his chin over them. “Because I had you.”
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Harry’s unrequited crush on Louis turns into a whirlwind summer romance, only to leave him heartbroken in the end. Years later, a return to his hometown forces Harry to confront his past and the one person he was running from.
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“Louis, I know it’s hard, but I need you to focus and tell me exactly what happened, ok?”
Louis is shaking uncontrollably, his hands, his heart, his mind, nothing is stable, nothing is ok. He feels untethered, boundless in time, yet paradoxically his entire life is torturously bound to this very moment. Absolutely nothing he tells his mind serves to calm his racing thoughts, he commands his body to move and his body betrays him, commands lips to speak, but no words form. All Louis can do is blindly stare at the sickeningly heavy blood coating his arms, dripping to his trembling fingers. Tears ceaselessly pour down his cheeks despite how hard he squeezes his eyes shut, trying desperately to calm himself enough to utter a sound. And he can’t breathe, despite all of his failed efforts to catch his wandering breath and gasp a much-needed lungful of oxygen, his diaphragm constricts furtherstill, suffocating him from the inside out.
breathe, breathe, breathe
Louis forces a sharp inhale that hurts as the breath expands his stilted lungs, god it hurts. Like stabbing his chest with a serrated knife, dragging the jagged blade through his heart over and over and over again until there is nothing left.
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- Part 2 of all we can do is keep breathing