With his tatted body, long locks, cigarettes, and black skinny jeans, Harry Styles screamed danger. Especially considering his entire family is dead. Although Harry was anything but dangerous. He was simply broken. Everyone only saw the Harry that walked through the halls silently, glaring at the whispering bystanders who looked at him curiously. But no one ever saw the Harry that sat in bed every night in the deafening silence, tears stinging his eyes, as he looks around at all of the reminders of the times that he was truly happy. Ever since that gloomy day, Harry hasn't cared about anyone. All he was looking forward to was to simply graduate high school and finally escape this town that reminds him every single day of his troubling past. He didn't care about anything or anyone. Until Louis Tomlinson walked into Harry's store late one night in search of supplies to kill himself with. *** Not giving up, I say in a steady voice, "Give me three weeks. Three weeks to change your mind. Then if you still feel the need to go kill yourself, I'll check out these items for you." He stares at me with raised eyebrows. "Are you serious?" "Absolutely." He shakes his head and lightly mutters, "This is ridiculous." Yet, the stunning boy seems to think about it for a moment as he states, "Just three weeks?" "Just three weeks," I confirm. "Your items will stay behind the shelf until then." The guy before me runs a hand through his hair before glancing back up to me, his stunning blue eyes shining more than ever before. This man is beautiful. I can't just watch and approve of someone so beautiful to just give up. With a worrisome glance, he returns my gaze. "Fine. Okay. But after three weeks, I'm done." I smile at the beautiful boy before me. "You won't regret this." *** Cover made by @cynoshire