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BROKEN
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Ongoing, First published Dec 21, 2013
Harry Styles, the face you see on the magazines, the voice you hear on the radio is finally done. He's done with the fame. With the girls. He's done with it all. Then, one day he meets Anna. On the outside, Anna is just another fan. She's got posters covering every inch of her wall, she has all of their songs downloaded to her iPod. But, she's different. Not only does she reveal, to Harry, the scars on her wrists, but she reveals to him the scars on her heart. Anna teaches Harry to open up, and to reveal his secrets, only to realize what he's been hiding for all too long. Anna may be broken, but she may be able to pick up the pieces of someone who has fallen apart more than she'd know.
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66 parts Complete Mature

Anna had her story down to a science, parents that lived in Paris, a trust that unlocked when she graduated college, the lifestyle everyone wanted and loved her for. She was living the dream. Until he burst in and tore her lies apart. ***** Exert/: "Please, Harry," I begged, turned almost fully in the front seat of the jeep, "I know you don't owe me anything, but I need you to keep this quiet." Harry stared at me with those shocking jade eye, pondering over my plea. It would be so easy for him to shove my begging back into my face and tell that world who their precious Adelaide St James really is, and with the way I spoke to him the other day, I wouldn't be surprised. "You do really well in your classes," he spoke suddenly, "you ace every test you do." I frowned in confusion, "Yeah, I need a B average to stay in school." He nodded in acknowledgment, looking back at the building in front of him before finally turning to face me. "I'll keep your secret, James," he began, "on one condition." *** Hell yeah bitches Also, I'm #2 in the #fratboyharry tag rn and I'm screaming