Moments [H. Styles]
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  • Reads 5,971
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  • Parts 20
  • Time 1h 43m
Complete, First published Jan 24, 2018
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Warning: This story will contain self-harm, sexual abuse, and drug abuse. Read at your own risk.

Death. It's nature's way of telling us that while it was a good run, it was time for the end. Everyone dies, but that's not important. The moments that lead up to your last breath are what matters, right? It's never been about your final moments, it's what leads up to them that count. Make them great. Live. Make memories, make the moment count.

[lots of short chapters in the beginning with the less important stuff]

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I knew she was in trouble. I knew her life was nothing, but a train-wreck; A distaster waiting to explode. I knew she was in agony and I knew her soul consisted of haunting memories and malicious dreams of a man who once brought her immense torture. I knew she was hurting and that falling for her was the last thing I needed on my plate. But with each everlasting glance and with each passionate kiss, my heart never beat the same. Her essence was craved by my longing soul and nothing, even a psycho ex-boyfriend, could cease me from drowning in her eternal love. Every inch of my body flooded with lust for her touch. Every thought swarming around my head ached for her never ending affection. Every move and every word spoken involved the cherishing infatuation of her presence. I knew I would go through hell and back to make her mine and only mine. I wanted her. I needed her. I suspired nothing more than her latency and her body against mine. This was My Moment.