Hi, this is not my story. I just really enjoy reading it and decided to repost it, so I give complete credit to the author Velvetoscar on archive of our own. Thanks for reading! ** Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.

42 tattoos. Each one had a special meaning to Harry Styles. They were all important to him. These 42 tattoos represented something that he could never form into words. They were all too meaningful, especially one of them. 17BLACK. To most, it was just another tattoo. Only Harry knew the true meaning behind it. He remembered the time as if it were just yesterday... It was his story, a deadly one. He never knew love could be so dangerous. Harry thought love was something beautiful, something special. However, precious things can be ruined when fame and fortune come into play. This is his story on 17BLACK.

"It's hard letting go. I'm finally at peace but it feels wrong." {Under going editing. It's being rewritten from the beginning, grammatical errors are being fixed. Should be completely edited and polished by December}