⟡ The year is 1989 when Harry moves into the house across the street from Josephine, who lets her intrigue and fascination grow about the handsome, yet mysterious man every day--that is, until her days left to live are compromised. ⟡ ⟡ THIS IS A DARK, TWISTED STORY ⟡ ⟡ Hateful and hurtful comments will be deleted if seen. Happy reading! ⟡

✼ In Malibu, California in 1965, a surfer and world-famous aerialist undergoes a chain of comedic and not-so-comedic mishaps that force him to re-evaluate who he is. ✼ Most impressive rankings // #2 in Conflict and #62 in Comedy! ✼ Voted #1 in the 2019 VA Awards for both Alternate Universe and Fan Favorite! ✼ Please read with discretion.

"What's the matter Indie? Missed me so much you had to break me out of prison?" "Shut up, Styles, you know that's not why I'm here," I huffed, regretting this before it even started. He stood up and walked to the door of his cell, his long fingers gripping around the metal bars as he leaned against them, a smirk on his lips as always, almost like it was tattooed onto his face. "Oh, I know darling, I just want to hear you say it," he replied arrogantly. I pinched my eyes shut and tried to calm myself down so that I wouldn't try to shank him with the nearest object I could find. "I have a job I need to do," I replied vaguely, but he wasn't having it. "And?" He hummed. My fingernails dug into my palms harshly as I gripped my fists together, the words tasting like battery acid as they left my lips. "And I can't do it without you."