Marionette

A Harry Styles Fan Fiction

I am as a marionette. Lifeless, motionless, and willing or not, able to live only in the hands and at the will of the master puppeteer. Pull one string, my hand moves. Pull another, my leg. Yet another, my heart breaks. Pull them all at once, I’m torn apart.
-David Mee, The Marionette Sentence

Being controlled isn't all that bad, not when you grew up getting used to it. It seems like a part of your routine; your parents telling you what to eat, who to be friend, which to choose, where to go. For someone who had freedom all her life, having parents who get to have a say in everything is hard. But, it was the other way around. She had her parents tell her everything she had to do; she was a trophy daughter. She didn't yearn for freedom because she never tasted freedom, she never experienced the joys of being free.

A deal is made though. An arrangement that drew her to the edge is what drove them together, and now they are drawn together by a pact. He promised to do everything he can so that she can taste freedom, in return, she has to trust him and do everything that he tells her to do. The two agree, sharing a taste for something different.