❝You make me crazier, crazier. Feels like I'm falling and I am lost in your eyes, you make me crazier, crazier...❞ Summer was crazy for Harry Styles, disappointingly he wasn’t hers; he was someone else’s. They all knew her unending love for Harry, ludicrous assumptions about her ‘mental problems.’ She always made up bitter lies; her intention to treacherously break the relationship so she could have him to herself. He was scared; scared she’d outburst. He knew she had feelings for him, but he didn’t understand why she’d go through all the trouble just to fail every try. He desperately needed to help her just by the way her eyes glistened into sadness. But they all definitely knew one thing; she was crazy. And by the minute, she was getting crazier and crazier.