We're all mad here, it's Wonderland. ~ Harry latches onto my passionate on-beat arms as he keeps me from moving forward. "Are you fuckin' mad?" He grits through his teeth. "I'm in Wonderland, Pretty Boy," I throw my free arm in the air, motioning to the surrounding world. "Of course, I've gone a little mad." He flips me around as the level of infuriation rises throughout his clenched jaw, trying to remain composed. "Don't try and be something you're not, Presley." I rip away from his hold, furrowing my brows from the curt statement, the honest revelation that should've just stayed within his mind. "We'll never be the heroes, and you know that," he says, colder than the Arctic's towering waves. "We'll never win." We'll never find Purple. Purple, the color of the Star-Crossed Lovers.

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

What happens when you get dragged to a concert of the band you don't even like? Well that's what happened to Olivia. She hated the band One Direction, but her best friend Nicole loved them! What will happen? Find out on "Wait, That's You?" A Harry Styles fan fiction...

He pushes me into the wall behind me and asks "What's your name, love?" " L-L-Louis. I-I-I- my name's Louis." I feel so nervous and scared when he comes closer and says "Louis, I like that name" Trigger warnings: self-harm, suicidal thoughts, murder started: 23-06-2020