He was bipolar, he was protective, and he was abusive. Those three things together were bound for disaster, those three things were also what made me stay. They intrigued me, they made me wonder. But the longer I stayed the more he drained me. He broke me with every lie he told, every word he said, every time he touched me. He was bad for me. And the fact that he was bad for me made me want him even more. When reality finally sat in, I realized I was addicted. Harry Styles; was my drug.