The long, windy road stretched out in front of Harry, seemingly showing him that this wasn't all there was to his life. If he really wanted to, he could pack up and leave and go wherever the road would take him. But, even with the opportunity staring him right in the face, he knew he wouldn't be able to do it. He wouldn't just be leaving behind the skeletons in his closet that he so desperately wanted to get rid of, but he would also be leaving the person that has become the center of his universe.
Dark claws reaching out from the dark that surrounded him, wrapped around his already shredded heart and began to pull it in different directions. Piece by piece he could feel as his chest became vacant, a bloody hole in the middle of his chest being the only proof that he ever had a heart. He knew where his friends were taking his tattered heart to, he didn't need to even think about it. Because they were only returning the shredded thing to the person it truthfully belonged to. The person who was sitting at home, a goodbye letter between his legs as he sobbed over losing his best mate.
And even though the claws began to scratch away at his insides, he did what any insane person would do, and he slammed his foot down on the gas petal. The tires squealed against the wet asphalt, then the car lurched forward and Harry began down the road that would lead him to his destination, wherever that may be. The iron chains that have hung heavily on his shoulders began to loosen, until they were finally flying away from his body and clattering to the asphalt.
The weight was finally gone. His monsters were running back into their cages inside his mind and his skeletons were burning in the field by his old home.
And, just like that, the Harry that everybody knew, was gone.
He just disappeared in the wind.
Or
Harry Styles, the towns badass, runs away from all his past problems. Rather they be from drugs, fighting, or even something as simple as falling in love with the wrong person. He leaves it all behind him. But what happens when he returns months later and finds out the person he loved, isn't the same person anymore? His little Louis is now a grade a asshole who is spiraling down the same path Harry had went down. Will the curly haired lad let the person who still holds his heart, ruin his life, or will he help Louis overcome the addiction he has grown dependant on, even if it is just an addiction to feeling pain and inflicting pain unto others?
