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We're Not Who We Used To Be / H.S.
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Ongoing, First published Jun 17, 2017
Mature
"Well if it isn't Harry Styles, wow, I'm so surprised I haven't met you. It's a pleasure," the beautiful brunette said as she held her hand forward. Harry immediately noticed the jewelry and that signature tattoo of this woman's shadowed, bleeding heart with a knife cut through it on her delicate wrist. Harry looked up and met his eyes with the most beautiful pair of blue eyes he'd ever seen. He stood up almost immediately.

"Millie Moore, what a pleasure it is for me. I admire your passion for fashion." She smiled and they seemed to be captivated with one another already.
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"You're not going to leave me, are you?" I asked as I looked ahead at nothing, focusing on feeling his breathing on the back of my neck. "Never," he whispered. "I'll be here until you get tired of me." He was holding me in his arms, with his back to the wall of my bedroom. Both of his arms were wrapped around me, and I could see the prominent cross tattoo on his right hand. I had had another attack, feeling like the world was caving in on me. As soon as I felt that familiar pang in the bottom of my stomach reaching up to my chest, I would call him. Almost immediately, I would hear a knock at my door. He would always drop what he was doing if he received a call from me, telling him that it's happening again. He would be on my front step, always, with a few pints of ice cream and comfort. He was my rock. He was my sedative. My cure.