The shy girl who lets herself commit to her self-conscious issues and a boy who just wants to find himself come together to try to figure out their reason in life together.

"I'm a monster!" he shouted in my face, his veins popping out on his neck. I tried to hold my tears but failed, all these months of patience and anger caused my body to shake, my heart was pounding so loud in my chest that my blood was boiling in my veins. "No Harry! You're not a monster!" I cried out loud, my chest rising and falling from my heavy breathing. He clenched his jaw and fisted his palms and in seconds, he punched the wall that was behind me right next to me, making me gasp for air. All the anger that built inside me was now replaced by fear as his piercing green eyes turned to a darker shade. "How can you say that after what I did to you?" he hissed, his hot breath hitting my swollen lips, his nostrils flaring. I took a deep shakey breath before I parted my lips to answer him. "Because I can see through you, Harry. I can see your innocence."

❝i know that you watch me from your little window whenever i'm riding, princess. so you coming or not?❞ ๑or๑ the styles' and tomlinson's have been in a fued for a few years now and are intent on hating each other. the only person who seems to care less harry, and maybe that's what makes prissy louis attracted. ♡ (bottom!louis) ♡

Harry had always been a selfish immature boy that never wanted to grow up. He refused to become a man, and the island of Neverland gives him exactly that. With being the first lost boy and the leader of all the others, he's happy where he is. He doesn't care about the life he left behind or the fact he was missing out on what it was all truly about. But then he begins to learn the meaning behind desire, lust, family, life and love when he meets Gwenevieve; the beautiful lost girl he finds unconscious under the tree of pixie dust. *I TAKE ABSOLUTELY NO CREDIT FOR THE ORIGINAL IDEA OF NEVERLAND ALONG WITH ITS CHARACTERS (Peter pan & hook). ALL CREDIT GOES TO THE WRITER J.M. BARRIE*

I woke up to the sound of Harry having a phone call. ‘You know me, Dave. I don’t fall in love. I’ll still be able to kill her if it comes down to it.’ Was he talking about me?