Fate brings them together and violence forges their circumstance, but can love save them? In the early 1800s, even those born to privilege are not immune to the violence of the time. The only thing they have in common is they both have lost everything, and they will need each other to survive.
❝I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me why you can't leave me, Claire!❞ he shouts into the empty room, right at my tearful eyes. ❝Because my feet fail me walking through the door! My knees turn to liquid, my arms lose all strength, and my mind scatters until the only thing I can think about is how I can't lose...
❝You drive me fucking wild,❞ he says, pulling at his hair. He moves closer again--this time grabbing me by the waist. I let out a groan as he kisses my neck. ❝Shut the fuck up, baby.❞ #1 ON FANFICTION 04/28/17
❝This is wrong Harry,❞ I pant as he rips off my top, exposing my bra. I soon give into him as his arms lock on my waist, lifting me onto the kitchen counter. ❝Be quiet baby, we dont want to wake Louis up.❞ // Absolutely no translations or resposts. No exceptions. :) #1 19/10/16
"Somewhere, in some time and place, we can be together. But not in this world. Maybe in a few years, but not now. I love you, Luke."
"Baby, Why? Why hurt yourself?" "I-I'm sor-sorry." His arms snaked securely around me, and one hand went to support my head. "Don't leave me. Please. You saved me." 6/15/2019