As many of you know, school is stressing me out a lot, but I want to start (and hopefully finish) my own fanfic.

I'm giving this a try, so please spread the love and share it :)

It is inspired by the song 'Mrs Potato Head' by Melanie Martinez. Mrs Potato Head is such a great song, it's got a beautiful meaning and I've put it in the media thingy above.

I am in no way saying that Niall and Harry are gay or forcing that thought upon them, this is fairly for fiction purposes. Also, I do not claim any of the one direction boys (including Zayn) as my own characters and the personalities I have portrayed in this book may not be what their personalities are like on a daily basis.

I've always wanted to do that omg ⬆

If any of you decide to be a little shìt and plagiarise my work, I will get my mother to lecture you on the law for ten hours. And she gives mean lectures. So please don't plagiarise and be a little shìt as people spend hours on the work they produce. Thank youuu.

copyright @-narrentically 2017

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(COMING SOON IN JULY, reasons why are in my 'hiatus' chapter)

WARNING:
Violence may occur
Swearing will happen
Chapters will be short

p r e v i e w

"Mama," Anne turned to the left to find her twelve year old son still awake, fiddling with his pajamas.

"Yes sweetie? Are you thirsty? Do you want a glass of water?"

Harry shook his head. He started to speak, but didn't dare look up. "Mama, will a pretty face make it better?"

Tears were gathering and it didn't take long before Harry was clinging to his mother, wishing the pain to leave. The topic had come up before, but nobody knew how to deal with it. So they just reassured him that he was perfect the way he was.

Anne knew about the constant rejection within society towards those who didn't fit the mould. But what she didn't know was that Harry would do whatever he could to be accepted.

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Let's pray that my writing skills get better over time *crosses fingers*

Bye my loves