Warnings: Violence, sexual content, drug abuse, death, language.
Rating: Ages 13+
Author's note:
1) I do not own One Direction, nor am I even remotely involved with them (unfortunately.)
2) Any similarity in the plot, characters, etc. is simply coincidence. This story comes from my whacked up brain, and I like to believe that it's my own idea. So I would appreciate it loads if no one accused me of stealing other writer's plots.
3) I do not condone any of the illegal or violent actions taking place in this story. I feel like I shouldn't have to say this, but for safety precautions: nor do I think anybody should try looking for this kind of stuff, as it is dangerous in real life.
4) Read at your own risk. There will be some future elements that are intense and on the heavy side. If you are not comfortable or okay with violence or death, then this is not your kind of story.
5) If you are not comfortable with any graphically sexual content, then skip the chapter or do not read the story at all. There will be a cautionary author's note at the beginning of a chapter that contains any sexual content. This sexual content does not include any kind of kissing, as I don't believe that is very inappropriate for the ages permitted to read this story. But if you are innocent minded, then I do not know what to do in that case. Sorry is all I can tell you, sugarplum.
A/N: Well, now that that's outta the way and you all know, thanks in advance to any person who reads the story. Btw, I do appreciate any writing tips or stuff like that, but don't bitch at me if you find any similarity between my story and others. Just nicely leave a comment about it and I'll probably check it out. Hopefully, there won't be any, but you know how writing life can be. And also, please please please don't be rude to me or anyone else in the comment section. If you don't like the story or something someone has said, keep it to yourself or stop reading. Because if I do see it, either I'll start crying or you will (◡‿◡✿)
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