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Asylum {One Direction Fan Fiction}

mindlesswanderings

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Reads 10,950
Votes 336
Parts 13
Time 2h 8m

mindlesswanderings

harrystyles liampayne louistomlinson niallhoran onedirection zaynmalik

London Mental Asylum. A name that struck fear in the 1950's. A stone building with rusting iron gates and haunting screams that echoed from the broken windows. It was run by London Presbyterian Church. 

Elizabeth Baines had a life consisting of restraining patients while Christian doctors administered fluids into the arms of the crazy. 

Harry Styles was a man with a "special" mind and haunting eyes. 

Not your usual lovers' story.All Rights Reserved

harrystyles liampayne louistomlinson niallhoran onedirection zaynmalik

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