Styles Fx
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Harry Styles was a loner and not known as a very nice man. He owned one of the hottest clubs in LA called 'Styles Fx', as well as a chain of 12 high-end restaurants called 'Saisons'. He was a 26 year old millionaire with no one to share it with. He never thought he would find that special person after so many failed relationships. What will happen when he sees the most beautiful man he has ever seen while he hosts an open call for dancers at his club one night for a friend? The way he moves his body has Harry as well as his friend, the director, entranced. Almost all the eyes in the club were on him... especially Harry's. When the mystery man finally looks up and blue met green, Harry's mind begins to spin out of control. Memories crashing into him like waves, sending him into a panic. His mind screamed one name on repeat and ripping his heart to shreads more and more with each past memory of him. Louis... So, will Harry be able to overcome his past as well as new obstacles to fix his mistakes? Maybe some things can't be fixed.
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"H-Harry please!" I cried, my hands placed protectively in front of my face. His eyes darkened, and he grabbed my wrists, pinning them against the wall. His breath rolled over my face, the faint scent of alcohol rolling up my nose. "Shut up." He growled. His short nails dug into my arm and I winced in pain. He released me, and grabbed a handful of my hair instead. I shrieked in pain as he threw me to the ground. Tears pricked my eyes and I squeezed my eyes shut. "Get up." He said. I opened my eyes, and scrambled to my feet quickly. He grabbed the front of my shirt to pull me closer, leaning down to my level. His eyes burned straight through mine. Chills went down my spine and I bit my bottom lip out of fear. "How many times do I have to tell you? You. Are. Mine." -------------------------- In a complex narrative, where Harry wrestles with the voices of schizophrenia, the story unfolds with uncertainty. The question lingers: Will Harry succumb to the relentless voices, potentially breaking down Louis, or will Louis summon the strength to confront the darkness that threatens him and stand resolute in his own defense? The outcome rests upon the delicate interplay of their intertwined fates, a story of mental struggles and strength yet to fully reveal itself.

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