Hello Wattpad universe!
So this is my first story I've posted on here - bare with me as I figure out how to do this right. I'm so excited to share this story that has occupied my thoughts while commuting back and forth from work.
Some notes about the story:
-Present is PRESENT, 2021 (edit - it's now 2022, I started this in 2021) - just no COVID. We get to make the rules here so there is no COVID, no Olivia, etc.
-All of Harry's music (the timing of certain songs being released etc.) is going to be manipulated for the sake of the story - so just go with it!
-While this is def. not DarkHarry fanfic - this story will *hopefully* get intense at certain parts. I do plan on, and am working the details out of, a Darker Harry story - so look out for that once I get this one on the road!
-TRIGGER WARNINGS: I will NOT post specific triggers at the tops of chapters, I appreciate authors who do - but I don't want to indicate certain surprises so instead I will post a general trigger warning and they could include anything from the following list:
1. Rape and/or sexual assault.
2. Abuse (physical, mental, emotional, verbal, etc.)
3. Self-injurious behaviors (self-harm, eating disorders, etc.)
4. Pregnancy/childbirth/miscarriages/abortion
5. Blood
6. Descriptions of violenceThat being said - I promise this is going to be a good balance of edge-of-your-seat-can't-put-it-down-even-though-it's-2am and sweet-romantic-aww-cute-Harry-cliche kind of stories.
Some visuals (if that floats your boat, you can also have the freedom to picture this story and its characters HOWEVER you want in your mind) to get things going:
Adelaide Young (It JUST HAPPENS that they have the same name - they are NOT meant to be the same person in ANY way):
Harry Styles *when we are in the PAST*:
Harry Styles *in the Present because I am a long hair harry gal (the opening chapter)*:
Noah (The MOMENT I saw him as J*ke Gy**enh**l in All Too Well I knew I found my Noah):
***More friends to come!
YOU ARE READING
For Your Eyes Only [h.s.]
FanfictionI should have fixed my hair, checked my makeup. I should have made sure the obvious tears that even I didn't realize I had shed were cleaned from my face, but I didn't. So when he opened the door, that's the version of me he got. It was his dimples...