"Who am I?" I asked while wincing at the fact that the stitches are the only things attaching me together.
"Your name is Harry Styles," she looked at me closely. "And I'm Ivy."
[IDEA FROM AHS COVEN]
(Harry Styles fanfiction)
he longed to be a flame.
that brightly danced alone.
felt jealous of the steam
that made the air its only home.
warnings: swearing, homophobic slurs, sex, self harm, anorexia, depression + more.