Memories she can't escape; a past he'd rather remain hidden. In which two teenagers with haunting pasts try to become each other's heroes when all odds are against them.

„Bella!" rief mich meine Mutter. Genervt verdrehte ich meine Augen und stieg aus der Dusche. Schnell zog ich mir meine graue Jogginghose und mein schwarzes oversized Shirt an. Wahrscheinlich kam sie mal wieder nicht mit ihrem Smartphone klar. Als wenn ich keine anderen Sorgen hätte, als ihr andauernd erklären zu müssen, wie elektronische Geräte funktionieren. Sorgen hatte ich nämlich und davon nicht zu wenig. Und jetzt noch eine mehr. Aber das wusste ich in diesem Moment noch nicht. Unwissend rannte ich die Treppe hinunter und stürmte in die Küche, in der ich meine Mutter vorfand. „Schätzchen, komm mal her." Mit diesen Worten zog sie mich in eine Umarmung. Von da an wusste ich, dass der Anlass dieser Unterhaltung kein guter sein wird.

"I'm infected Harry." ∽ Or where there's an infectious disease that spread throughout the world, and Harry falls for a short lad named Louis, who just so happens to be infected. ∽ Credit to @pillow-case for the cover❤

[DISCONTINUED] ❝These violent delights have violent ends. And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume.❞ ❣ ❣ ❣ in which Louis and Harry are England's most notorious criminals who just so happen to be dating. cover by @pillow-case © Copyright 2016 larryafhbu

"Not all of us are perfect, Harry." ©copyright ashlyn gold 2k14 [1D Awards winner Season 5]

cara was a policeman's daughter and harry was a judge's son and the only problem was: he liked to play God. cover credit to @pillow-case

Οι καρδιές που μας θεραπεύουν βρίσκονται πάντα γύρω, όταν εμείς δεν τις βλέπουμε. boyslipring™ 2015-16® Amazing cover by @pillow-case

❝I don't know if I can keep this secret in anymore Harry, I can't loose you too.❞

"To have her in his bed, in his arms, with her breath on his neck and her hair tickling the corners of his mouth -- he was finally able to think of his life as not only just a dark hole of violence. Maybe, just maybe, his life could mean something more." || mature hs fanfic. Cover credit to @pillow-case © highstylin

In my dreams a small wolf slept inside of me and it wasn’t comfortable. It moved it’s heels and elbows and paws, struggled to make space between my lungs, stomach, bladder. Occasionally a scrabbling claw punctured something and I woke. "What were you dreaming?" Harry wanted to know. I knew what I was dreaming. I was dreaming of being born. The form and scale of its occupancy shifted. Sometimes its legs were in my legs, its head in my head, its paws in my hands. Other times it was barely the size of a kitten, heartburn hot and fidgety under my sternum. I’d wake and for a moment feel my face changed, reach up and touch the muzzle that wasn’t there. Copyright © 2015 by Harry_Is_Fabulous