Existence [ Harry Styles ]

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1976. Air of melancholy surrounded him. Trampled by his thoughts; dead from his dreams. He stands in front of me, blinks ever so seldom.

"Why aren't you afraid of me."

"Because I'm not human."

"Of course you are. Why aren't you afraid." He steps closer, each step making me stronger. 

"Fear does not overcome my body, nor does the weak overcome my thoughts."

"Most kittens are vulnerable to dogs." He said, stepping closer until our foreheads touched.

"Well you aren't messing with a kitten, you're messing with a lion and she's not in the mood for a fight." 

Our lips touched. He did it again. He made me so weak, but could never know. I'm not the vulnerable girl he saw before. I'm stronger then he saw me, and will see me. 

I slowly broke the kiss. 

"Blaze."

"Harry."

"Come with me."

"Where to, exactly?"

"Away."

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