Emmanoelle33
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It was home, well I guess it was. The dark, cold, creepy mansion of Harry Styles. Sometimes I felt like a captive but I loved him. I knew he loved me too but only when he needed me. Was it love at all? He never harmed me but he would attack almost anyone else. Sometimes I asked myself, "How did I fall for a psychotic maniac?" But then I remembered he was Harry. He wasn't psychotic to me. I was either his princess or his enemy but either way I wanted to stay. An odd place it was, Styles Manor, filled with shrieking and creaking and the haunting feeling of being watched, but this was home right?