16-year-old Harry has OCD, causing him to have repeated thoughts, feelings, ideas, sensations, obsessions, and behaviors. He thinks he's a freak. There's a new boy at school who disagrees. This boy could be the one to break down Harry's walls, and his name is Louis. **Warnings: Selfharm (PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY SELF HARM), OCD, language.**

When he needed someone, she gave him everything.

A story about an autistic man named Harry that loves roses and meets a girl named Rose.

She was the shy girl in the back of the class. He was in the fight club. When opposites attract, the outcome is unpredictable.

It was five years ago when I had first laid eyes on her. She didn't talk much and focused on her studies. I've never been so intrigued by anyone before and I had never thought about someone so much. We had went without talking much of our high school years and now we stand at graduation, ready to step out into the real world. But I had not achieved the one thing I had so desperately wanted to have. I want Lauren Michaels. A Harry Styles AU

She showed him a life he never thought he'd have.

If love is blind, then maybe a blind person that loves has a greater understanding of it

Harry doesn't know what love is. He'd gone there once and never went back. Ana is trying to live her innocent life until Harry comes along. Harry's main goal is to protect Ana from every situation possible.

Book Song: Bad Blood by Sleeping At Last His eyes glowed. The emerald rimmed orbs dilating as he stares at me in the dark. The sense of intensity the eyes of the boy hold make me weak, losing all sense in knowing what to do. He moves closer, hands reaching out, encasing my own hand in his. He brings it to his lips and presses a cold kiss to the back. I stand frozen, unable to move, watching as the nameless boy presses his chest to mine, leaving no space between us. The coolness of his hand presses to the nape of my neck, my eyes closing as he keeps me close. The wind stings my body as I stand in the middle of the alley, the mysterious boy looking deep into my eyes after I open them once again. His eyes softly looking at me as he holds my hand tight, holding it at if he was afraid I would push him away as the other lay limp at my side. His thumb brushes over my jaw and my eyes look at the ground. His head moves to the side, feeling his breath on my ear. “You’re mine,” he whispers, breathing heavily into my ear. He lets me go and I watch as his dark figure walks away, leaving me speechless. I can’t move, his enticing personality making me want him, letting me stand here in my thoughts. The only thing I have is his eyes; I don’t even have a name.

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.