I always thought falling would be the best way to die. That feeling of the wind rushing past you. The closest you’ll ever get to flying. Free. There is no question that Harry Styles is a troubled teen. The bruises and scars that line his body are proof enough, but no one sees the scars on the inside, the ones that taunt him daily, the ones that are leading him closer to an edge that might just pull him over… If only someone were willing to try and save him. (This fic contains profanity, drug and alcohol use, some moments of self harm and discussion of such themes, as well as slash smut. DO NOT READ if any of this may offend or upset you. THIS FIC IS RATED 'R')
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