It was Louis's first day at a new job. He didn't know what he had been thinking when he applied for a job at a mental institution. Crazy people scared the living shit out of him!
His introduction was cut short when the famous singer Zayn Malik had been smoking too much weed again and was admitted, screaming he was indeed a golden god.
Louis was assigned to the patient in room 28 for the rest of the week. Someone who had been there for years and could help Louis find his way around. Someone with long, brown, curly hair and green eyes. Someone who was the most beautiful human being Louis had ever laid eyes on. Someone who was really determent that he wasn't crazy at all...
A little smut, mostly fluff. Purely fictional.
Trigger warning: mentioning of drug use, mental health issues
Harry Styles had it all. He was a record-selling artist who played on all the big arenas around the world. His shows were always sold out and he had the best fanbase. The only thing he didn't have was the one thing he wanted the most: freedom.
He had been discovered at age 16 and he had been too naive. He and his mom had signed a ten-year-long contract and they didn't understand then that they signed away his freedom. His management controlled almost everything. They refused to let him come out as gay. Instead, they made him look like a womanizer, forcing him to go on date after date with beautiful high profile women. Harry was so tired of it. He somehow managed to convince his manager to give him three months off.
He immediately packed his clothes and headed to his farmhouse in the north of England for some alone time. To his surprise the old couple that was his only neighbors had their grandson helping them out. A gorgeous blue-eyed man named Louis...
Purely fictional. Smutwarning!