"It's like I'm a puppet in some sort of sick, twisted story."
A dare.
A fucking dare.
That's all it took for 13-year-old Harry's life to crumble and shatter into a million pieces. 5 years later, at the age of 18 and a senior in high school, his life remains a living hell. That is until someone comes along and tries to put those broken pieces back together before they inevitably shatter again.
WARNING! triggers such as suicidal thoughts/attempts/ideation, self-harm, language, bullying, homophobia, hallucinations, dissociation, anxiety, depression, self-sabotage, PTSD, hospitalization, death, and panic/anxiety attacks are present throughout the entire story. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. (these trigger warnings will NOT be stated at the beginning of each chapter)
When I wake up I feel cold and my whole body is in searing agony. On one side of my head my curls are wet and matted down, and I can only assume the wet substance is blood. I realize that my hands are tied behind my back, I'm gagged..and in nothing but my underwear. I open my eyes to find myself in a large basement with only one light. I have no idea where I am or who took me here..I'm lost..and I pray to god that someone, somehow...will find me. Larry Stylinson Fanfic: A/U An eighteen year old Harry Styles gets taken one cold winter night by a man in a black van. When he wakes up, he finds himself alone, tied up in a cold, dark basement. Will anyone ever find him? If so who? And more importantly, what will happen in the aftermath?