Harry Styles was just a sixteen year old boy afraid to leave his bedroom. That's normal, right? Except it's not. Harry suffers from Schizophrenia. His Mum had been told by doctors, when he was only seven years old, that he was 'sick in the mind'. Schizophrenia: A of a group of psychotic disorders usually characterized by withdrawal from reality, illogical patterns of thinking, delusions, and hallucinations, and accompanied in varying degrees by other emotional, behavioral, or intellectual disturbances. Harry Styles had suffered from depression, hallucinated and heard voices all of his life, voices whispering to him that he was not worth the air he breathed, and for years various coloured pills had kept them mostly tamed. Somehow Harry had managed to nab Louis Tomlinson along the way. Beautiful, excitable, pretty perfect Louis Tomlinson. Louis is the only person who gets him, and he is the only person who Harry feels safe around, because Louis keeps all of the voices away - Louis loves him, and promised Harry that he loved him. Louis swore he would always be there. So what happens when Harry's rose-tinted glasses get torn away, and all he is left with is the reality that even love can't keep him safe from the voices. Because Louis, pretty perfect Louis Tomlinson, can't keep his promise. DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone in this story, it is purely fiction.

"It's true, I crave you." Where Louis' a hardcore fanboy and loves Harry Styles a lot. (One Direction is Four Direction)

Have you ever regretted something you’ve done so much that it physically hurts? I have. It’s like a constant ache in my chest. Have you ever had someone in your life that it so special to you that you think your chest might just burst open when you see them? I have… And I messed it up. I, Harry Styles, had to go and wreck it. Harry Styles had everything. He had a loving family, a good job and an amazing boyfriend, Louis. But he met someone who was slightly too edgy and dangerous to cope with, someone who gave him the easy route to 'fit in'. He got caught in a trap he didn’t like, but didn’t stop in time to escape. He let his one and only fall out of the love that filled every space of Harry's being. After three years in prison, can Harry fix all the torn edges he left when he went away? Or is it too late… DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone in this story, it is purely fiction.

"Louis.. Do I look pretty? People say I look like I'm dying."