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"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

"Fumar es malo, ¿sabes?" La plácida voz habló desde el distante rincón oscuro, no se veía nada más que una silueta alta y el brillo anaranjado de una cereza de cigarrillo. "Es el menor de mis problemas", murmuro con el mío entre mis labios, procediendo a sentir los escombros estancados en mi garganta cuando succiono delicadamente. Él exhala una risita de diversión cínica, sus pasos se hacen cada vez más claros en mis tímpanos hasta que finalmente siento que el calor corporal quema mi espalda. "¿Por qué?" Susurra por encima de mi hombro, con las manos invitándose a agarrarse a la barandilla frente a mí, así que me convertí en una prisionera entre sus brazos entintados. Trago. "Porque serás tú quien me mate primero." // Aven Brooks es contratada para tomar fotografías para la banda de punk rock de renombre mundial conocida hoy como Duplicity; esperando que la experiencia la lleve a la universidad de élite más soñada. Sin embargo, cuando sus lentes capturan accidentalmente algo más que pruebas de sonido y actuaciones descaradas, llega a un descubrimiento horrible de que Duplicity es cualquier cosa menos una banda. Consternada y asustada, está atrapada. CONTIENE LENGUAJE VULGAR / ABUSO DE DROGAS / CONTENIDO SEXUAL / VIOLENCIA DESCRIPTIVA / SALUD MENTAL ¡LEER BAJO TU PROPIO RIESGO! HISTORIA NO LARRY Todos los créditos van a la escritora original "happydays1D" En caso de que la autora me pida eliminar la historia lo hare.

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Imagines that will make you soft ☺🍪 Started: 18th April 2020 Finished: 31st August 2020 🏅ACHIEVEMENTS🏅 #20 in thewattys2020 (03-07-2020) © APRIL 2020 -HXRRYWEEN

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧, 𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐞 ♡ "𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐦."

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*Story containes MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT* THIS IS A SEQUEL / PART 2. Read "Stall" before this book, unless you just like spoiling things for yourself. If that's the case, you do you boo. "Something can be both delicate and violent" *** Harry lowers his eyes at me as he backs me up against the wall, the red lighting only making him look more menacing "You wanted the bad guy Abby? Wanted the villain?" My heart his running a hundred mile an hour when my breathing hitches in my throat as his hand comes up to wrap his long fingers tight around my jaw forcing me to look him in the eye. "Well now you've got him" He leans his face close to mine, his voice dropping to a low warning murmur that has my stomach hitting the floor. "...Run little mouse" *** BOOK STARTED JULY 1 2019 COMPLETED JULY 2021

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*