Clouded Minds (Harry Styles)
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  • Parts 1
  • Time <5 mins
Ongoing, First published May 03, 2013
Sierra Carter wants to die. Harry Styles wanted to die. She cuts herself. He used to cut himself. She takes drugs. He used to take drugs. Her father treats her like shit. His father used to treat him like shit. No one talks to her. No one used to talk to him. They meet, of course, in an ordinary school circumstance. He knew she had a story. She thinks he's just another guy who plays with heartstrings and stuff. He tried entering into her life. She pushed him away. He tried again. She attempted to risk everything. And in a blink of an eye, their worlds flipped upside down. Things happened unexpectedly until it reaches the end.

*This will be updated very slowly. I'm sorry.

*Not your average Harry fanfic.

Copyright 2013 @darkangeljo
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"Liam?" "Yes, Sweetpea?" "Remember when you promised you'd do anything for me..?" i nodded slowly. She pulled a gun from behind her back. "Here" she pressed it in my hands. i stared at it blankly. What the ***k? "What?" i cocked my head. "Shoot me" she begged. "Jan, i couldn't" i started crying. "DO IT" she demanded. "But i love you" i went on. "You're my Sweetpea" "And you're my Cupcake" she whimpered. "Just kill me!" "I-I can't" my eyes stung with tears. "You promised" she pleaded. "This is different" i cried. She said nothing. I felt her hand grab mine and fix it on the trigger. As i felt her fingers press down, i let my lips crash on hers. A desperate shot came from the gun and her body fell into my arms. i busted out crying as her blood spilled on me. Then i wrapped my arm around her before shooting myself.