Beautiful Disasters

He was the kind of guy who drew attention easily. I knew who he was but did he know who I was, of course not. He was dangerous; I was timid and scared of the world. He had tattoos, and bright blue eyes that could trap you easily if you were caught in his bitter stare. I would prefer to read a book than go out to a club and get dressed up only to shag some guys whose name I wouldn't care to remember in the morning.

Everyone knew who he was and many were scared of him, they had a reason to be. He wasn't just the head of a multi-million dollar company; he was the head of a terrifying gang that ran the streets of London. When Louis Tomlinson wants something he gets it.