Mad World. (A Larry Stylinson/Peter Pan crossover)

(1) Mad World. (A Larry Stylinson/Peter Pan crossover)

Right, this is my first book so please don't judge me if this is awful! It's based on the story of Peter Pan which was my favourite book. It's LARRY STYLINSON so it's BOYXBOY. Don't like, don't read. Any comments are welcome and please fan me if you like this story so far! Thankyou:) 

I DO NOT IN ANY WAY OWN ONE DIRECTION (god I wish) OR THE STORYLINE OF PETER PAN (I'm not that creative) Thankyou. 

“...and they all lived happily ever after.” Harry Styles shut the novel slowly whilst frowning at the last sentence. He didn’t have long to dwell on the unrealistic ending when he heard a slight snort behind him.

“What’re you doing? Reading stories for babies?” Harry’s ‘father’ demanded from the doorway. Harry had inherited a lot of his appearance from his real Father; the dashing emerald green eyes, the soft pale skin with a slight pink to the cheeks, the strong bone structure to add to Harry’s masculine body, and yet the one important thing that Harry hadn’t inherited from his Father was his brown curly locks. Harry’s hair made him look slightly feminine, however it wasn’t too long, it only came down to the beginning of his neck and those were just his curls. Harry’s hair did sometimes get in his eyes, causing him to do his signature hair flick that his ‘Father’ always made fun of and told the girls he was just trying to flirt with them by using his looks.

You see, Harry had never known his real Father. Sure, he’d seen pictures from the carers to make it seem as though looking at some strange man in a photograph had meant something to Harry, when clearly it didn’t. Harry had now a fake Father that Harry was only grateful to for putting a roof over his head and feeding him when required. Of course, Harry wasn’t the only person in that home that his Father had to take care of. The home that Harry was at only strictly took in boys, making it easier for his ‘mother’ to deal with them all separately. Harry’s real mother died giving birth to him, an uncanny situation really. Her undying wish was to make sure that Harry survived; Harry however, didn’t know that, it would make him think that her death was on his hands, clearly it wasn’t but Harry was sensitive.

“I’m sorry Henry... I found it and I just...” Harry trailed off, holding the book in his hands shamefully. It was easier for both Harry and the other boys living in the home to only refer to the man as Henry and never utter the ‘f’ word. Harry didn’t mind, it was easier to dream that way.

“Couldn’t help yourself, ‘ey? You are a cheeky lad, Styles. C’mon now. Every body’s waiting for ‘ya, got a load of hungry girls down their if ‘ya know what I mean.” Harry didn’t and he didn’t want to ponder what Henry meant either. Harry straightened himself up, put on his best fake smile and walked out of the door of the Library.

Harry was at the suitable age now where he was required to have a wife, the party had thrown had been a small indication of Harry to find himself a girl. The last boy that Henry had done this for had managed to find a girl the night of his Party. Personally, Harry was uneasy about the whole exchange. For you see, Harry Styles was confused.

“I would like to thank you all for coming...” A respectable applause was carried out through the house. Harry recognized the voice of Henry’s wife; Caroline speaking. A strong hand was placed on Harry’s back, guiding through the hallway to the appointed door. “And now I would like to present the man of the hour, on his seventeenth birthday, Mister Harry Styles.”

Harry emerged into the crowd, grinning sheepishly, and showing off his dimples, another trait he had that Henry liked to excuse from the girls. Harry noticed at once that the only men that were in this room were his relatives, sending a slight frown on Harry’s face.