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The Wish
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Fanfic
Harry Styles
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"You can't always be in the rain you know." said a voice as I suddenly couldn't feel the icy cold rain pierce my skin anymore. I looked up and saw a bright red sheltering umbrella above me...connecting to a familiar arm "Who is it?" I said nervously as I hesitated and slowly turned around to see the mystery man that had sheltered me with his umbrella. There my lips unexpectedly combined and crashed with the mystery man's. I quickly broke away almost losing control and looked up at the stranger who was smiling at me. "Where have you been all my life?" Wishes do come true.... It was Harry Styles...
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***completed*** NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Harry Styles. The strange one. The freak. The one who was too kind for his own good, trapped in a world where his job was to bring people pain. Sophia 'Spice' Winters. The dancer. The stripper. The one who who trapped in a world where her job was to provide men with nothing but pleasure. -- "What don't you understand?" Harry seethed, his hands gripping the roots of his hair. "I'm not the good guy here, Sophia. I'm bad, everything about me is fucking bad." Harry looked as if he was about to rip his hair out, his wild eyes shinning with madness. He looked unhinged, raw and angry. It should of frightened me. That look alone should of been enough to send me running. He didn't look like the shy man I first met. He looked...crazy. His fingers were coated in red, stained with the blood of another. He didn't seem to care though. "If I was you Sophia, I would run away. Run as far away as you possibly can, because I promise you...An evil part of me won't let you go, and I hate myself for that. I want you to run away, to a place that I can't ever find you. You'll be safe that way."

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