"Hopefully being roommates will settle your arguments."

"You were merely the dolls on strings...the...show. Unlike any other show, you didn't rehearse, oh no no no. You see you are puppets, you are controlled by strings. And those strings my dear sweet Adriana Styles, are controlled by management. You only have his last name for a year. He doesn't love you honey. He loves your fame. He loves your money. Harry loves the idea of what you can give, but not you yourself."

What happens at camp stays at camp. // est. July 26th, 2014 - #1 in fanfiction [cover by lex]