Torn Up (Harry Styles/Bullying)

Torn Up (Harry Styles/Bullying)

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Harry Styles
Prologue: I'm that girl, I always have been and always will be. I'm the one who is constantly being punched, shoved, called mean names, and hurt. No one cares about me, my mum beats me. No where I go is safe for me. My eyes are always red and puffy and my body covered in foundation. I have scars throughout my body, each mark another encounter with another bully. Everyone hates me. Even I hate me. Until I met Harry, Harry Edward Styles.
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A place of rules. A boy who knows none. And a man who'll break him. Harry Styles is wild, defiant, untamed - and that's exactly why he's here. Blackthorn Hall: an isolated disciplinary academy for young adults who've failed society. No respect for authority, no concept of obedience - here, they are re-formed. No internet. No phone. No resistance. And absolutely no control - except the kind that is imposed. Louis Tomlinson is the embodiment of dominance: cold, calculated, disciplined to the bone. His task? Break Harry - layer by layer. Not with violence. But with closeness. With rules. With desire. Because at Blackthorn Hall, obedience isn't taught - it's etched into your body. But Louis didn't expect that this sub... would burn beneath his skin. And Harry didn't expect that the one thing he fights the hardest - is exactly what makes him breathe. When looks bind tighter than rope, when words become chains, and punishment tastes like redemption - then it's not just correction. It's possession.

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