Echoes {h.s.}

"In that season of my life, he was mine. It didn't matter what happened, where we were, where we went, which walls came crashing down- all that mattered was him, and I couldn't seem to break myself out of the habit of returning back to him time and time again. He was a record that I played over and over until it broke, and all I had left were the echoes."

Disclaimer:
Every occurrence in this story is purely fiction, and although it would be fun to have Harry Styles all to myself, I do not own the rights to any of the people or places named in this story.

Enjoy!