Harry and Demi are both in a mental health hospital. Will they be able to get through all the messes that they share in their life? Or will Harry's rough antics and Demi's low life bring them both down?
"Jesus! What are you doing" I yelled. "Most people call me Harry, but Jesus is ok too" he smirked. I clutched my iPod to my chest. Still trying to calm myself. Before I had the chance warm lips were crashed to mine... Highest Ranking before being rated mature...#2 in FanFiction!!!