Decoy | H.S
"Don't worry baby, she has no idea. You up for celebrating tomorrow? Perfect. I'll see you then."
I hear him speak on the phone as I lay naked under the sheets, pretending to be asleep.
There he goes. Calling her, thinking that I've fallen asleep after our extremely long night. She wasn't just some slut he picked up at the bar or just some fling. She's my...Ugh. It disgusts me to even think of it.
I hear him walk in and shut the balcony doors. I feel him lie next to me. He buries his head in the crook of my neck and pulls me close to his muscular body. I wanted to push him away and slap him across the face. But I had a plan of my own. A plan to ruin him.
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He thinks I'm fooled. He thinks I'll just do whatever he asks me to. He thinks he got me wrapped around his fucking finger. He thinks I trust him. He thinks I'm falling for him. He thinks I don't know the ugly game he's playing with me. Well, he doesn't know how fucking wrong he is. He doesn't know my game. He doesn't know that I'm playing him. He doesn't know how fucked he'll be when I'm through with him. I know what he is. He's just a fucking decoy. He thinks he can be the only one? Fuck no. 'Cause guess what? I can be a decoy too.
Harry Styles, may you rot in hell.
Coming soon: 01.04.2015
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DECOY | H.S (discontinued)
FanfictionDecoy: A person who entices or lures another person into danger, a trap or anything of that sort. He thinks I'm fooled. He thinks I'll just do whatever he asks me to. He thinks he has got me wrapped around his fucking finger. He thinks I trust him...