Roses : A Punk Harry Styles Story

Roses : A Punk Harry Styles Story

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"There is a man who would give his life to keep a life you love beside you." - Charles Dickens ; A Tale of Two Cities Leather and lace, sugar and spice, light and dark. Stevie tried her best to stay away from the outside world, finding comfort in old books and soft eighties music. Harry Styles desperately ran from his past, in search of his next greatest high, and their lives collide in a way no one thought possible. Through the shadows.
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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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