Angel - Real Harry Styles Fanfiction
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  • Parts 7
  • Time 35m
  • Reads 322
  • Votes 3
  • Parts 7
  • Time 35m
Ongoing, First published Dec 26, 2013
Angela is a pretty girl, with chesnut brown hair, big, innocent brown eyes, and full lips. And, she graduated early from university because she had high enough grades.
Angela meets Jade Thirlwall, and they instantly become best friends. A few months later, Victoria's Secret discovers Ana while she is walking the streets of London. They bring her into the business.
There she meets new friends.
Cara had warned Angela, but she didn't listen, and couldn't help but fall for the one and only, Harry Styles.
But Angela starts being torn apart, and she starts to drown in a sea of tears.
Through this, people will find real love, and real friends.
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47 parts Ongoing

BOOK #3 He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous. I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time. Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is. I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me. Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way. But we can't... we're not supposed to be together. We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide. Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me. But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him. And still, he doesn't care. ---- Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected. Exactly my type. I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in. And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe. But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me? I want him. And I will have him.