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    Mobster Louis

    Lilith Sanchez estava acorrentada pelos pulsos a um cano enferrujado no centro do galpão. Seus longos cabelos negros grudavam no rosto suado e machucado. O olho esquerdo estava quase fechado de tão inchado, um hematoma roxo-escuro se espalhava pela maçã do rosto. O lábio inferior rachado ainda sangrava devagar.

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    Harry Styles

    Harry Styles, was a famous global pop singer, who you (Louis Tomlinson) simply couldn’t stand. He was 21 years old, and you was 23. One day, one of your mates, Zayn, had played his music at a party one time, and it had ruined your entire evening. You didn’t really know why you hated Harry, as it wasn’t as if you knew him personally. Maybe it was just because he was literally everywhere. Every shop, every household, especially your nieces’, who were obsessed with him entirely. He wasn’t a bad person, either. His reputation was pristine. Not a bad thing was said about Harry, so you disliking him was unusual. Your mates laughed and said it was because you fancied him, but you just told them to piss off, and said you were too old for that shite. However, whilst walking down the street one day, you found yourself face to face with the pop-idol himself. He was running from paparazzi late at night and accidentally collided with you, proving your point as to why he was insufferable.

    Home By Seven

    For five years, Louis Tomlinson has been home by seven every evening. No matter how busy the hospital gets, he always comes home. Until suddenly, he doesn’t. As Louis grows increasingly forgetful, irritable, and distant, Y/N begins to fear their relationship is falling apart. But the truth is far more terrifying than either of them could imagine. Sometimes losing someone doesn’t happen all at once. Sometimes it happens slowly, one missed dinner at a time.

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