This is a long imagine about the punky version of Harry Styles. Okay? (guys i started writing this when i was like 15 so if it's cringey and cliché please give me a break and enjoy it for the train wreck it is)
"No, no, no stop!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, flailing around gasping for the slightest bit of air. "I'll do anything! Pl-please" I sobbed, using up what little air I had left. I clawed at his ice cold hands trying to get them to release his tightening grip from my throat. Suddenly, his hands flew off of my bu...