Best Harry Styles Fan-fictions (in my opinion)

Hex

By @waysidestyles
P r o l o g u e

~November 3,1942~
11:21 P.M

Panting heavily,I ran to the other room,hoping they wouldn't catch me. The dogs were barking,their paws making sounds on the wooden floor. I wiped the sweat off of my forehead, deciding it's better to hide in the attic than here.

With a gun in my hand,I stood up from my hiding place and made a dash up the stairs leading up to the attic.

"He could be anywhere. Find him!"

I smirked once I got into the attic, closing the door,darkness filling the room. I sigh in relief. No one can catch me,no one. Soon after I turned around,the light was turned on and I was met by a few guns pointed at me. Damn. I looked at the five people in front of me,before grinning at them.

"Hello Gentlemen."

"Harry Edward Styles! You are under arrest for murdering over fifty people, and for killing the mayor! Drop the gun now!"

I cocked my head to the side,looking at my gun, "You want me to drop this?"

"Drop it Styles." The chief of the policemen said harshly,making me laugh.

I placed my gun on the floor,before standing up straight,making them relax.

"The very famous Harry Styles,is finally outwitted, after five years of trying to track and hunt you down. Looks like you're not that smart anymore.' He chuckled.

Without another second wasted, I quickly grab my gun on the floor and shot it at the four policemen, the other was shot on the head,blood oozing out.

"No one catches me! No one!" I screamed,aiming my gun at the chief,when I fell to the floor,groaning in pain. My leg was shot.

"Are you alright, Sir?" I looked up to see the door wide open, a few more policemen came in. I groaned softly, blood stained in my pants.

"Yes, I am" I felt a lot of eyes on me and I didn't like it one bit.

"Sir,should I tell my men to ready the transport?"

"No." The chief's answer confused me, if I am not going to jail,then where?

"Boys, I think we have a lot of Devils already, it's best if we finish his one." He smirked.

"Damn you!" I yelled out, "Damn you all to hell! I will hunt you all down, every last one of you! One way or another! And I'll cut your head, your family's head and your grandchildren's! Curse you all!"

"But Sir, as I remember, we aren't allowed to kill our prisoners,unless their punishment is death." The shorter policeman furrowed.

"Do you think this bastard deserves to live? He killed people for pleasure? He isn't a human,he is a demon." The chief spatted. "You got that clear?!"

"Yes,Sir."

I groaned in pain once again,when someone kicked me repeatedly. But I wasn't going to beg them to stop. I looked at my hands, these hands that murdered,killed fifty people, including the town's mayor. These hands that brought sorrow,pain and hatred.

I was turned over,making me look straight in the eyes of the moron. The chief smirked,his eyes darkening,before aiming his gun at me.

"Let's just hope Satan's merciful to you, son of a gun.' He spat,before pulling the trigger.

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Hex
Verb and noun.

Meaning: Cursed, or cast a spell.

THIS BOOK IS AMAZING I SWEAR TO GOD
It's sort of disturbing but it'll get better later,I promise.
If you're not reading this book,then you're missing something really important.

And also,some people,including me judge a book by their reads. I mean if we don't read low rated books,how will their reads get higher???