Suspicions (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Suspicions (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

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Harry Styles
Harry Styles is moving from England into Robin's apartment building in Wales, who knows what will happen... Update every Saturday!! (And possibly some in between!) ------ I look in the mirror and hate what I see, a broken down girl, staring back at me. Her eyes are swollen, her skin pale as snow, 'If I disappear, will anyone know?' ------- "You're strong, you'll get through this." Trish says . "You know what the worst part about being strong is? No one ever asks if you're okay." I scream at my friend. "You don't need to be asked, we can see you're not okay." She looks at me with sympathetic eyes. "Then why do I suffer alone?" I plead quietly. -------
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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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