Could I have loved him? Maybe in a different life time.
Maybe if we met somewhere else, where we both had grown up in a household that showed us how to love another soul.
Maybe if we were same, and weren't on the verge of losing our minds completely.
Maybe then, I could of loved Harry Styles until it hurt.
Maybe then I could of shown him what it meant to be so in love that it hurt to be away from them.
Maybe we would of had a chance, a chance at a life where we were together.
Instead, Harry Styles became the person I began seeing in my nightmares.
He became my own personal demon.
He became the person I associated my worst memories with.
He became the person I ran away from. The person I will forever check over my shoulder for.
What we had was short lived and full of a dark desire of passion, that made me sit awake in the lonely hours of the night, and wonder what it would of been like, if I stuck around.
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RED ROOM [H.S]
Fanfiction***completed*** NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Harry Styles. The strange one. The freak. The one who was too kind for his own good, trapped in a world where his job was to bring people pain. Sophia 'Spice' Winters. The dancer. The stripper. The one who who...
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