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Harry Styles
"Knowing you," Harry choked on a sob. "Knowing you was a mistake." "No! Don't say that! You love me! You told me last night!" Alexa yelled. "Well," Harry said, looking Alexa straight in the eyes. "I lied." She gritted her teeth and threw her head up. "No! You love me, Harry Styles! I don't care how much you deny it! I cause an aching pain in your heart as you do mine! You do love me!" Alexa screamed. "No, I don't." With that, the boy Alexa once knew and fell head over heels in-love with fled the room, slamming the door in the process. "No," She sobbed. "It hurts. Rejection hurts. Heartbreak hurts. Love hurts." THIS IS 10000% A CARROT-Y FANFIC. please read at your own risk i wrote this when liam was a afraid of spoons, louis loved carrots and zayn said 'vas happenin?'. i sincerely apologize.
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Love. War. Lies. Nothing stays buried. Emersyn escaped once. But freedom comes with scars, and the past has a way of bleeding through the cracks. As secrets unravel and loyalties fracture, she's forced to decide who she can trust in a world built on betrayal. And Harry Styles, the only person who felt like safety, might be the one who costs her everything. When it comes down to him or her, survival or sacrifice, she knows one thing: She's not making the wrong choice this time. * "Then help me understand." The room tilts. My breath is ragged, his face too close, that quiet demand pulling the ground out from under me. Neither of us moves. There's an inch between us that feels like a cliff edge, almost like one wrong step will send us both over. "I hate you," I whisper, the words tasting like blood and truth. His jaw tightens, and his eyes drag over my face like he's memorizing every line, every crack I swore I'd never let him see. The silence stretches thin; my pulse is hammering so loud it drowns out the world. "Good," he mutters finally, voice rough. **** Started: 1/14/2025 Ended: TBD **** (Cover credit @antiheroics16)

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