Maeve Peterson and Harry Styles were soulmates from the moment they met... but what happens when one of them isn't there anymore? This is a story of love, death, friendship and a journey home. "Home. This was what it felt like. It was a place where laughter echoed against the walls, books flowed off the shelves, and love bloomed like wildflowers in the garden." *not a larry fic!!!*

"Ok". He held out his hand and I took it, f#ck my hands looked small compared to his. Damn. And they were ice cold compared to mine, a shiver slithering up my spine. How long had he been laying there? "Pull your hoodie down so no one sees your face, I know what the tabloids and sh*t will say if they get photos of this" I quietly said to him. "You're a very clever girl, princess" Colson whispered back. "It's called common sense I believe" I sarcastically replied.

The official fan fiction for One Direction