A/N - Hey guys! Well, this one is basically based on the song by The Script. Name is in the title, but of course it's called Millionaires. I hope you like it, I'm not sure how this one will work out. Please leave me an honest opinion. It's the only one I'm working on right now except from my Preferences because honestly, I think this needs a lot of work and time put on to it.
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When you're a little kid, everything seems possible. You're gonna grow up to be the best person in your profession. Everyone's gonna love you. You'll have no haters. Your spirits are high, you're free and the world is your oyster. You have all these plans, all these things you swear you're going to do before you die, but in your own mind, your life is eternal. You have no regrets and everything is so colorful. Every moment seems to be better than the last and you discover new things all the time. You don't listen to people who tell you the sky is the limit, because after all, there are already footsteps on the moon, right? The sky is clear and it seems to be infinite as it joins with the shimmering sea on the horizon. The sun glimmers and spreads it's heat across the world as if it radiates love and happiness. The sand is a beech brown color, fine grains that flow freely between your toes. Your blood is a pure, deathly red, the only thing that links you with the rest of world. You're family and friends, they're the bond. The thing that joins you to society, the ones that keep you where you're supposed to be.
As you grow up, there comes a day when you look at everything and it just... changes. It fades. It's different. All the colors and now just grey. Nothing but endless sheets of stone. Nothing seems to have a meaning anymore. Not the sand, the sky, the sea, the blood... Nothing. There is nothing separating you non-existence except the small pulses around your body... And even one day, they'll fade.
That was how Harry Styles felt. It wasn't like he was a poor kid. His parents tried hard to provide for him, but they were just another working class family. Not guilty, not innocent, just fighting to survive like everyone was. Harry was always a fairly bright child, always made the best of a bad situation. But one day, the sparkle from his eyes just faded. The shine from his smile vanished. And his smooth, unmarked skin was now covered in cuts, covered over with tattoos. Each tattoo told a story of the cut from underneath. He was lost. He was a shadow of him former self...
Until he met Sophie...
