The devastating and heart wrenching story of Yellow, takes you through the journey and relationship of an addict, and a woman who views the world through rose colored glasses. Throughout the story of Yellow, you will see how the struggles, the disappointments, and the heartbreak, that branch from the illness, weigh on relationships and mental health. You'll see how heavily addiction affects not only the addict, but those they surround themselves with, too. Through undying love and understanding the seriousness of addiction and mental health, Harry and Clover fight against their own minds, all while trying to be what the other needs. But sometimes, life gets to be too much. - "He loved the stars so I told them all about him. I told them everything there was to love about Harry Styles. I just wish he would have seen it too." - *disclaimer* This story talks and goes through very heavy and triggering subjects, please read trigger warnings before deciding to read. Thank you. - All images used are found on Pinterest and belong to their rightful owners. They are not mine. **Please do not translate**

Eva's past and present collide to cause chaos. [Completed] I do not accept translations, sorry x --- "What are you-" I tried to speak but once again was cut off. Harry brought his hand back up, wrapping it around my throat and pinning me forcefully against him. I couldn't stop the gasp that came from me, my eyes going wide and meeting his in the mirror while under his hand on my neck went hot. His fingers tensed around the sides of my throat, making my head go light and core ache. "You want me to stop?" he asked, tightening his grip. I dropped my eyes to my throat, seeing his bloodied hand wrapped around it, the red liquid seeping out between his fingers and dark drips falling down my chest already. He doesn't look bothered one bit... Neither am I "Don't stop"

"Stop" I heard him. stalker, their boss but I couldn't see his face. It was dark. "Princess" he said, evilly laughing. I was scared because we both were alone. He started talking steps towards me, and I stepped back. I kept on going back, I hit the door. He was close, all I could hear was my breath. "Why are you doing this?" leave me, please." I said. I cried when I felt his hand wiping away my tears. "shhhh" this was all he said, keeping his finger on my lips, a shiver ran down my spine. And the next moment, I was in his arms. I couldn't see him. He placed me on the couch, I started breathing heavily. "Today, I'll make you mine," he said. I was lost again, stupid of me . My eyes were closed and he was heavily breathing, he smirked seeing his effect on me. . . A ruthless mafia who got obsessed with her and then tables turned, Devil wore his mask and walked into her class.