Lots of things are addictive. Drugs are addictive. Tattoos are addictive. Music is addictive. Chocolate is addictive. Even self harm can be addictive. But of all the things in the world that she could've been addicted to, Frankie found HIM to be her addiction. [CAUTION!!] [THIS STORY HAS SWEARING, SEXUAL CONTENT, AND ABUSE. PLEASE BE AWARE OF THIS BEFORE YOU READ IT. I DO NOT WANT TO UPSET ANYONE WITH THIS STORY. THANK YOU!] Emma Pickles is who I picture as Frankie but feel free to imagine her anyway you like:)

[COMPLETED] "Why do you always stare at me?" "B-Because You're B-Beau-tiful." Violet was the shy girl Harry loved to draw. Harry was the stuttering boy Violet fell in love with. © londonstars

"I have been watching you for a while now, my love" he whispered darkly in my ear. "Why are you doing this to me" I squeaked, earning a low chuckle from him. "Because" he said, moving his hands from the wall above my head and down my body, resting very low on my waist. "I can". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Highest Rank: 1st in Fanfiction WARNING: Contains sexual content and mature language, read at own risk!! Copyright All Rights Reserved © fxckingpayno