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With You (Harry Styles fanfic)

With You (Harry Styles fanfic)

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Harry Styles
"I love you." He whispers, lips grazing my cheek. I blink, another tear slipping as I look up. "...what?" "Your past is your past Vi...I love you for who you are now. Your black hair, blue eyes, light skin, the way you blush, the way you laugh, the way you roll your eyes at me....I fell in love with you. Nothing you say could change how I feel." I smile and hug him, enjoying how he kisses the top of my head, my hands fisted into his hair. I can almost forget the danger, I can almost forget where we are. Then I hear the click of a gun.
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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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