Tormented. That’s what he is: a tormented, devilish soul.
His green eyes are inhumane, its sparkle deceiving when it locks on you. His dark curls are disgustingly beautiful, alluring you to your end. Need I mention the way he curls his perfectly pink, plump lips? It invites you to a rendezvous you do NOT want to be a part of.
He was my personal hell on Earth. His name?
Harry Styles.
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Teen FictionTormented. That’s what he is: a tormented, devilish soul. His green eyes are inhumane, its sparkle deceiving when it locks on you. His dark curls are disgustingly beautiful, alluring you to your end. Need I mention the way he curls his perfectly pin...
