Crazed (h.s.)

Crazed (h.s.)

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She was sweet. He was corrupted. She wanted to help people. He wanted nothing to do with them. She wants to help him open up. He wants to stay closed off from his emotions. She wants to break his code. He wants to know what makes her tick. She wants to heal this world. He wants it to hurt as bad as he does. He wanted control over her. She wanted Harry to control himself. ~PROLOGUE~ He looked terrified; his face and eyes resembled ones of a small child who just needed someone to hold him, someone to take care of him... Someone to silence his demons.
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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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