gambled our souls to the summer |E|60k
âHarry Styles,â Louis said with a bored tone. âArenât you meant to be getting married today?â âFuck off,â Harry retorted, finally leaning up off the hood of his car. He looked around the parking lot, which was full of cars, but free of any other people. âCan I have a ride?â âTo your wedding?â Louis teased just to see Harry roll his eyes. âAway from my wedding.â
It's the summer of '99 and, after helping Harry run away from his wedding, Louis has one week on a secluded Maine island to get the second chance he's always wanted.



















