Narrystoran♥ Histoires

Look after you. That was it, that's all I was supposed to do: heal your broken heart, dry your late night tears, ease your constantly surfacing fears, make you better just like in the start. That was my goal, that's all I had in mind...but I should've remembered that fate was a cruel ass bitch-the fact the gods never really did like me didn't help either-and would of course jump at the chance to ruin my life; so when on stage, gazing into beautiful emerald eyes, I realized that I was in love, two thoughts ran through my mind: One: 'Fuck my life.' And last but not least, two: 'I'm in love with Harry Edward Styles.'