Hold My Hand (Harry Styles)

Hold My Hand (Harry Styles)

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"I want to hold you in way's that I can't. I want to kiss you in song's that daze by in an endless motion. I want to show you everything in the world that is possible." He whispered in my ear, breathlessily, moving me closer to him. I looked up at him. A wet tear streamed down my cheek, leaving me wrapping my thin arms around his neck. "Ell you don't know how much you mean to me." His green loving eyes stared straight into my blue ones. "If I wasn't sick I would do every single detail of everything I described. All of them, but I just..I j-just." I interlaced my hand in his, kissing each individual finger. "Shh." Everything started with Harry's letter, but forever started with our overwelming feelings toward eachother. Copyright © YoutubersReunite93 All Rights Reserved, 2014
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"I can tell you're going to be a challenge." He almost growled. "I like that."Harry smirked. He dipped his head, nudging mine to the side before I felt his lips press to the skin of my neck. The ends of his curly hair tickled at my cheek. Harry reluctantly released one of my arms so he could hold the back of my head, preventing me from escaping. I instantly placed my free hand on his chest in protest, attempting to push him away as I felt him harshly suck. "Harry." I begged. I fisted the front of his t shirt between my fingers; the sharp pain intensified as his teeth grazed the skin. His breathy laugh fanned over the area as I desperately struggled against the males hold before he continued to draw blood to the surface. The sensation was somewhat eased with the attention of his soft lips. But Harry wouldn't allow me that comfort for long, nipping hungrily at my neck with his teeth. I gasped when his tongue licked over the newly sensitive skin, planting a few kisses. Harry stepped back smirking as I yanked my arm from his large hand. My fingers drifted up to my neck, sucking in a sharp breath when I dabbed over the sore spot. I whimpered in fright as he drew closer. "You're mine now." He spoke in a hushed tone.

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