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 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.












