She wore her collection of sins on her skin.

A boy in London. A girl from Texas. Both trying to escape the and find something new. Little did they know that scribbles on a wooden table at Starbucks would change it all. ••••••••••• A Harry Styles Short Story. Part of the Message Series, in including: twitter dms, fan friend, pen pal and tumblr friend. All copyright belongs to @ashtonschuckle. No stealing ideas, characters or plot line.

he thrived for the drugs at night, and she lived for the music. together they felt connected, yet they'd be the reason for each other's destruction.

'he was my razor blade' 'she was my drug' they were the solution to each other's problems. h.s fanfic.

"You're depressed." Harry told me. "That's it isn't it?" "We're all depressed." I said. "We all have something eating away at us. We all have insecurities and the want for someone to accept us for who we are; make us feel happy. But some people are just better at hiding it. Heather James is a seventeen year old girl with an eating disorder that is extremely unhappy with herself. After her dad dies, she finds herself going down a dark and twisted path that she can't seem to get out of. She feels alone in her own body and all that she wants is for someone to come and rescue her. Someone to fix her. And one day, when she meets Harry Styles unexpectedly, her whole world changes for the better. ~Cover created by @ceilteinte~

a lonely girl, a lonely boy-superstar, one worse than the other; one day collide for the better and worse "Stop saying you aren't a saint, or that you can't do shit, because quite frankly people should call you the cure to depression." He paused looking at me, giving me the same look of regret before he spoke again. "On the other hand, I am depression- and you can't cure depression itself." ------- (( TRIGGER WARNING; if you are triggered easily by self-harm and or depression writings, do not read this book.))

Somehow whenever I bump into you, I'm always shitfaced.

Harry Styles, 32, British, CEO of Styles Co. Who fancies 16 year old, high school student, Emilee Clemons. What happens when Emilee asks 'may i sit here' at a coffee shop that morning, the morning that changed her life forever.

in which Harry is stuck babysitting the infamous brat.

" I loved him once." "I know." In which Harry and his best girl, breakup Social Media Style :)