A/N: Hey readers! This is my shot at a Harry Styles fanfiction. I'm not gunna lie, it's pretty stereotypical, but give it a chance. If I did a good job, you might just enjoy it. :)
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His shady figure looms over me as I cower on the linoleum floor, my back pressed against the wall.
"You don't have to do this," I say in a trembling voice. "You love me."
He laughs; a dry, humorless laugh, his eyes shining emerald in the dim kitchen light.
"Of course you would think that, sweetie," he croons, taking a step closer.
His words send a pang of agony through my being and I can't help but gasp at the cruel truth that I was too blind to see all of those months.
"Why..." I blink, trying to contain the tears that are threatening to spill. "Why are you doing this?"
"Must there be a reason?" he says. I see his hand reach behind him and my heartbeat accelarates drastically.
"Can't I just do what I've been doing all my life?" he continues in his rough voice. His tongue slides over his pearly-white teeth and I shudder, remembering the feel of his tongue against mine.
All of a sudden, his hand darts out from behind him.
The last thing I see before the pain rips me open is the sharp glint of a knife.
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