'UGH' / h.s (ON HOLD)

'UGH' / h.s (ON HOLD)

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When you think about it, fame seems like the perfect place to stand at. The moment you enter the doors to fame it gives automatic access to anything a person could ever want; boys, money, pictures, people. It gives people the privilege to access your privacy, secrets, personal information. You learn not to trust anyone, little by little becoming harder and harder to regain what you were once before. Its not the easy when it comes to fame..its hard. Ugh. Hey everyone! I hope you like this story! ~A.S~
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Love. War. Lies. Nothing stays buried. Emersyn escaped once. But freedom comes with scars, and the past has a way of bleeding through the cracks. As secrets unravel and loyalties fracture, she's forced to decide who she can trust in a world built on betrayal. And Harry Styles, the only person who felt like safety, might be the one who costs her everything. When it comes down to him or her, survival or sacrifice, she knows one thing: She's not making the wrong choice this time. * "Then help me understand." The room tilts. My breath is ragged, his face too close, that quiet demand pulling the ground out from under me. Neither of us moves. There's an inch between us that feels like a cliff edge, almost like one wrong step will send us both over. "I hate you," I whisper, the words tasting like blood and truth. His jaw tightens, and his eyes drag over my face like he's memorizing every line, every crack I swore I'd never let him see. The silence stretches thin; my pulse is hammering so loud it drowns out the world. "Good," he mutters finally, voice rough. **** Started: 1/14/2025 Ended: TBD **** (Cover credit @antiheroics16)

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