"So I say cheers, for the wasted youth, and the wasted teen years"

"I loved the way she was so delicate and kind. So innocent. I loved her and she loved me. She was my little flower, my flower girl." I mumbled, my voice loud enough to hear my words. "How do you know she loved you, Mr.Styles?" the woman asked, her glasses pushed up to the bridge of her nose. "She just does, I know she does. She's mine, she'll always be mine, okay?" I said trying to keep my temper under control. "I understand your feelings sir, but please understand that she doesn't-" "DON'T FUCKING TALK TO ME ABOUT MY PRINCESS. HOW THE SHIT WOULD YOU KNOW, YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT WE HAD. SHE LOVES ME!" "I think we're done here, Mr.Styles." She closed her book and looked to the one-way mirror, nodding sternly. "I know she's standing behind that mirror. I know she's watching me." I said looking straight at the mirror knowing my baby girl was watching me. "I love you baby girl, remember that? You will always be mine and I'll always find you."

[COMPLETED] You never know what you have until you are about to lose it.

What happens at camp stays at camp. // est. July 26th, 2014 - #1 in fanfiction [cover by lex]