[Harry Styles FanFiction] He is like home. My new home. He draws me in with his voice and his hands. His body warmth against my own is like no other type of comfort I've ever experienced. He has taught me so much about trust and loyalty. He has no remorse for the actions of his demons but he doesn't need to because when he kisses me it all diminishes. He had taken me away and kept me as his own, I went willingly. And it hasn't even hurt that bad. © 2014 by InkLoves1994. All rights reserved.