I used to be a die-hard One Direction fan, Larry Stylinson supporter, and writer. I wrote this right after Haylor broke up (and never finished it) but I figured I'd post it all this time later because I really was proud of it at the time. Anyway, here's my romantic-tragedy spin based (very) loosely on my theory about what happened with Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles' relationship. So, if you want to reminisce the 'good old days' when we were sixteen, romanticized the relationships of people we knew nothing about, and had to google British slang so our fanfics seemed legit, this is the story for you. Note: I took much creative liberty. TW: Violence, attempted rape. There may be more but I haven't reread this in at least two years.