Only Mine

The Devil play games

## This story is a dedication to this bad bitxh---> zarrenix . Hope you have fun reading it babe and it lift up your mood. muah xX

##also for everyone who stumble upon this story and gave it a try thanku so much. Please take it as a story only and not my point of view. Enjoy this crazy tale of how Mr. Styles survived the mayhem .

##please , please leave comments because they light up my world like nobody els- heheh go on then. Whatcha waiting for?

Every time you say "what can be worse than this." you probably jinx your future. Because am I not right? Life is unpredictable and it teaches you a lesson like you are its bitch, which might I say we are.

We are bitches of time. It fuck us up so that we can learn how to un--fuck ourselves and help other fucked up people.

No am not on a rant. I am, though, on a big fucking tirade about how my words bit me back not even two months later from when I said them. To all the spirits listening to me, did not you hear all those tear-filled, genuinely desperate prayers??

So what's happening? I'd have you know the clarity of it too if, only if my fucking best friend would let me breathe and get ready.

To go where?

Aha!! The golden question.

Ladies and gentlemen, and all gentle-souls.... To my boyfriend's engagement!!

Clapping everyone!! Yay!!

"You have gone mad Harry!! What even is going on with your fucked up mind? Do you even know this will-"

Yadayadayada....

He thinks I have no idea.

I do my lord, I do.

The thing about love. The most confusing thing about love is that the pain and pleasure it gives never ceases to surprise you. And even more, you end up picking the pain more for the sake of love than pleasure.

Or I'm too fucked up thinking like that.

"You are fucked up mate."

I snorted out loud. It was such a hilarious situation.

"Haha, funny ain't it mate? Harry, why do you think this would be good? Who will even invite you in?"

I sat down on the bed to put my best shoes on. The brand new Chelsea's aha.

"What do you mean Jeffery? I have got the invite, alright?"

There was a tense silence on the other side, I was already late so I quickly rushed to the mirror and preened at my white floral suit. Ironically, it has both lotus and roses on it. Alessandro meant to hit me when he gave this suit to me, not even a smile on his face. Why are they so upset? I mean.... Not like my boyfriend wasn't engaged to someone else before.

I heard the frustrated sigh as Jeff finally stopped trying to pursue me to cancel my grand entry there.

"Harold! Please turn back the moment you felt like picking up drinks. I swear Harry, I won't like to see you printed on every cover, wasted and pitiful."

I rolled my eyes at the mirror.

"Yes, mommy!! Anything else? Do I get a tiffin so I don't eat from strangers too?"

He didn't reply though, I only heard the beep before the call got cut.

Locking everything, I moved swiftly toward the Maserati. I happen to pamper myself in such situations, so yes. We are taking the Mesarati, my boyfriend and I took to the cottage we first -