Description
ab·struse: difficult to understand; obscure. "Baby?" Harry questions, a hint of worry in his voice, "Fuck Ara you need to talk to me, how are you feeling?" He begs, his large hands gripped at my face, his thumb stroking my cheek softly, but with panic. My eyes were locked down on my own bloody hands in my lap. For the first time in so long I actually felt something. I felt alive. Ara felt alone in the world. Confused with her own head, her feelings and her emotions. She never felt like she had control over herself. Her past, her DNA haunted her every day of her life. She never understood how her head really worked, and wanted nothing more but to find herself. Then she meets Harry. The intimidating man with long hair, tattoos, and dark eyes. With an equally twisted background. When he introduces her to his world; she's shocked, confused - scared. But what happens when he's the cure she's been looking for all along? Together they feed off each other, giving each other what they both crave. Book Started: December 11, 2020 WARNING! This story contains very mature/explicit content. (18+) This story is 100% Fiction. In no way am I implying that Harry, or the rest of One Direction are like this in real life. They are nothing more than characters in this book who hold an importance to the plot. There will be mentions of anxiety, depression, sexual assault, alcohol, drugs, abuse, violence, gore, and strong mental health situations. Please read at your own risk. Trigger warnings will be provided. Thank you!
Chapter One
