#tracksintheam

hold me like a knife rated e, 110k

Louis ’Blue Eyes’ Tomlinson is a thing of legend, a bit of a mystery really, a shadow in the fringes of the eye. There are rumors around the precinct that he wasn’t even born, just crawled out of the sewage left on the street after a strong storm. No one has ever attributed a good omen or a holy deed to him, not a decent quality to his lot. All except for Harry Styles, socialite butterfly and adopted son of high politician Simon Cowell, who lowers himself every once in a way to hang out with the gang. When people begin to go missing and winding up mutilated, their parts having been ripped out, it begins a race against time to solve who is behind the attacks and why the bodies keep getting dumped in Louis' territory.

♡ HAPPY 15 YEARS TO ONE DIRECTION ♡

gambled our souls to the summer |E|60k

“Harry Styles,” Louis said with a bored tone. “Aren’t you meant to be getting married today?” “Fuck off,” 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. “Can I have a ride?” “To your wedding?” Louis teased just to see Harry roll his eyes. “Away from my wedding.”

it's time to begin

an advent fic by @disgruntledkittenface | not rated | 29k

Louis goes to a new coffee shop on Friday morning, where his friend Zayn just started working. The guy in front of him in line is hot, but Louis chickens out and doesn’t make a move. He doesn’t think anything of it until he wakes up the next morning and it’s still Friday.

Caught in a time loop and reliving the same day over and over, Louis is determined to try anything to get out of it. Even if that means overcoming his fears.

posting December 1 – December 25, ~9AM EST

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