Good Intentions - Harry Styles Fanfic

*** A.N: Okay so, I wrote this story when I was very young, and now, over 3 years later, I realise that the story is definitely not as good as I thought it was (in fact it's pretty bad). Why do I say this? Because if any of you read this and think "wow, this is really shit", please keep in mind that this was written by a 14 year old girl, in her spare time, who had no idea what a real relationship should be, how to develop characters very well, or even proper grammar. But if you enjoy it for it's clicheé and bad boy context, then go for it. I've decided to keep it up because I know I'll regret deleting it if I do, due to how long it is, and how much actual work I put into this story. Also! Lilah in this story is supposed to have anxiety and panic disorder. In all honesty, I just added that to make her seem "different". 3 years ago, I sort of glamourised mental illness. But sure enough, last year, I was actually diagnosed with anxiety and panic disorder myself, so that's karma for writing the experience of it so inaccurately. But I do want to write something based on my experience with mental illness, but in a non depressing way, but also showing the gritty sides of it.

"Do tattoos hurt?"

"Hm well. Some places more than others. Of course, they all hurt but if they hurt that bad no one would get them. They're very addictive"

"How so? How can something painful be addictive?"

"They're addictive because you want to add more and I don't know they just are. A bit like you, I don't like you all that much but I keep on coming back to you and I don't know why"

Lilah has just started her new job at an amusement park. Looking for extra money and a bit of experience, she also meets a lot of people, including a certain boy called Harry, a rude boy who works there. They don't get along initially, but along with being forced to hang out with each other with mutual friends and experiencing things she's never seen in her life, she will soon find out what he's all about.