IMPORTANT NOTICE: I just wanted to take a minute to remind everyone that this story is intended only for mature audiences, as it may contain heavy language, mild to moderate sexual content (maybe), violence, mention of blood, and death. Also, in some parts of the story, alcohol and the usage of drugs will be mentioned. (I may not include some of these things, I just wanted to warn everyone.. Just in case.)
WARNINGS: Very frequent harsh language, (MAYBE) sexual situations, violence, and may contain substance and alcohol abuse. (Maybe not the drugs part... but definitely the alcohol.)
(Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. I am in no way affiliated with One Direction, and sadly, I probably never will be. All rights reserved to them.)
If I forgot to mention any other content, please let me know right away. xx
P.S I know Harold is a cupcake in real life. This is just a story. Also, the other boys will be mentioned, so don't worry. However, I am not sure if I will make 'One Direction' exist. I may just write it as if they were all friends since childhood. I don't know yet. I am in no way, shape, or form trying to favorite Harry, I just decided to write about him. (I love all of the boys equally.)
Thanks for reading. Enjoy! xx
