A story about Harry set in a post-apocalyptic world, trying to find his way back home.

maybe he can help me touch.

✓ {needs editing. my apologies} "Don't fall in love with me... I'm too damaged for you" This is no kind of fairytale. She was just too troubled to even look like a princess. Her past changed her completely, and since then, she's been living in her own world, trying to ignore everyone's opinion about how she should live her life. The few people left who really cared about her had to get used to her rebel behavior and the way she always seemed to be in danger. But then there's this guy, who forcedly comes into her life, and tries to find out her deepest secrets, those things she didn't even dare to admit to herself. When she's already taken, and with a whole reason to be who she is, will she be able to forget about everything to give into his love? And will he handle the damaged girl he fell in love with?

DISCLAIMER: This story was written in late 2012. I wrote Strings Attached as an adolescent with no idea how a healthy, adult relationship should function. This story is dark and twisted in a way that my teen mind couldn't comprehend at the time. There are more than a few scenes in this book with sensitive content. I--in no way--support rape culture and I do not condone my character's actions. However, as I said, this story was written in an ignorant state of mind. I will not remove this story from Wattpad. It is part of my past and though I am disappointed with the content, it shows how far I've come not just as an author but as a free-thinking adult. Thank you for reading. **Excerpt** "Say... it," She gasped, throwing her head back, cupping my face in her hands so that I was forced to meet her gaze. "You're mine." She held my gaze for a second more, before crushing her lips against my own, arms wrapping tight around my neck, pulling me down to her level. Arms sliding easily around her, she wrapped her legs around me as I lifted her up, lips traveling over her chest and collarbone. She moaned as my hands dug into her tender flesh, pulling on it, their violence a stark contrast to the gentle kisses teasing their way up her neck. Bright lines marked the paths that my nails had etched into her skin, marking her, beautiful red tattoos, spreading out over her entire body. Her small hands knotted in my hair, pulling harder and harder as she fought the urge to cry out...

Nothing would ever change Harry. He had a way with words, and could get what he wanted. He used me. He used everyone. That was just the way he was. He couldn't really help it. He tried. Holy shit, he tried. But he would never change. Nothing could ever change him. Not even a baby.

Harry Styles. He's a broken pencil that can't be sharpened. His issues run skin deep, and though he looks like a fun time, he's bound to hurt you. He can get any girl he wants with just a shake of his head. Except for her. Carter White. She knew his reputation, and she wasn't about to get hurt. That is, until he catches her in his web, and she's stuck. But Harry isn't one to love, considering he's never loved anyone since the death of his mum, and Carter is living in the shadow of everyone else. Harry's not the type to change, and Carter is the type to trust too easily. But she's just a game to him. What is he to her?

She's always been the shy girl that no one notices, but once she catches Harry's attention will things ever be the same again?