Marjorie and Quinn, two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl / cr; Pink Floyd

Harry Styles, Private Investigator. What could go wrong? ---- Hum. So, this is a crime....A.U.? I guess. If you couldn't tell, I'm new to this whole 'real people fan fiction' thing. *Note* This is not a good choice if you're looking for a "heavy angst, lots of sexual content" fic. This is actually just an experiment on my part. Please read the first chapter for a full explanation of what this will be. I don't own One Direction.

Sometimes people are wrong about things, sometimes people are right about things. This is where I'm both of those things. Rants, diary entries, and everything I feel like sharing.