Hello, welcome to Two Hearts.
Before the story begins there's a few things I have to say and set straight.*deep breathes*
I do not claim to own or to have written anything relating to Harry's music or the music involved in this story. All credit goes to those who actually own the music.
Some parts of this story could be considered triggering so there will be a TW at the beginning of each chapter that could be that way so you can chose to read or skip. I want to indulge in some hard to discuss topics that many suffer through to convey the gravity of reality, so some triggers could include but are not limited to: sexual abuse or harassment, verbal abuse, depression, mental illness, and mature language.
My intention with this story isn't to place a rose-tinted sheen on romance and life— it'll, of course, highlight the joys and beauty in living and loving, but also touch on the dark swings of miscommunication and mental health and self-destructive tendencies.
There will also be mature content regarding sexual situations and I will put a warning at the beginning of each of those chapters too if you'd like to skip them.
No bullying or harassment is tolerated in the comment sections. Let's not spread any hate here please I want this to be a safe space where there's no judgment.If you're not going to treat people with kindness, please leave.
The cast is solely based only visually on the characters and how I imagine them to look, anything personally about the people who I've "cast" has nothing to do with the story, besides the music Harry writes (even then, though, the reasons he writes the songs in the books has no correlation to how he could have written them in reality).
CAST
Harry Styles: you guessed it, Harry StylesAnna Townes: your imagination
Jess Burkheart: young Annie Potts
Caspian "Cas" Weber: Toby Hemingway
Mitch, Sarah, and Clare: themselves
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Two Hearts {H.S.}
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