Run. Run now and never look back. Don't fall under it's quite dark there. Push away the craving of his touch and stay away from him he's bad news anyways. Forget love and leave. The darkness is seeping through and you don't want it to get a touch of you. Cause the minute it does it'll want more and it will stop at nothing to get more. Throw away your fate and fight for yourself and yourself only. Save yourself and only yourself. Don't you get it? It's only a fucking game. A game that you have to,and will win. ------ Louis Tomlinson. The quiet one good grades. Outcast not many friends but who needs friends. Harry styles. Bad ass punk. He doesn't go to school dropped out. But he doesn't give a fuck. What happens when these two pass paths? What happens when demons are kicking and screaming and they won't be left behind. What if Harry doesn't want to be saved. What if he feels alive? What happens when fate doesn't like even the thought of Louis and Harry. What if everything fell into the wrong places and fates were twisted. With these two it's a recipe for disaster. When everything falls into the wrong hands of love When lust,want,Ecstasy,climaxes,drugs, alcohol,cigarettes,flowers,books, glasses, are all thrown together. All they have to do is lock there hearts up and chain them together to win this endless battle. ---- "As he touches you your skin it feels as if your skin is on fire" "Yes yes it does" "Stay away he's dangerous and you'll end up getting hurt" "And this concerns you how" "Listen kid he doesn't care about you your his one and only, but only When he's lonely" "That's not true" "It's just temporary bliss"