“You,” he scoffed. “You don’t believe in love.” He looked astounded, as if this news was most unpredictable.
I paused, replying as monotone as my voice could muster, “I believe in love. I just don’t desire it. It’s destructive. It ruins people.”
His brow shot up, surprised by my answer.
“Don’t tell me you’re a romantic,” I laughed. His posture grew tensed and he morphed back into the asshole I’d met a few days before.
“No,” he stated. But surprising me too, he voiced the words I never dreamed him uttering, “But I think love is beautiful.”
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A hop, skip, and an ocean away, Annelie Mills arrives in London, attempting to run away from her past. With a job offer and a place to stay by her overbearing family, she feels she can flee from her afflicted past. Not wanting to impose on her relatives, and eager to get on her own feet, Annelie searches for a roommate, and she finds one in the introverted, mysterious, and unusually intriguing asshole, Harry Styles. Laced with drama, laughs, and newfound happiness, Annelie tries to build a new life, but will it fall to pieces?
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"H-Harry please!" I cried, my hands placed protectively in front of my face. His eyes darkened, and he grabbed my wrists, pinning them against the wall. His breath rolled over my face, the faint scent of alcohol rolling up my nose.
"Shut up." He growled. His short nails dug into my arm and I winced in pain. He released me, and grabbed a handful of my hair instead. I shrieked in pain as he threw me to the ground. Tears pricked my eyes and I squeezed my eyes shut.
"Get up." He said. I opened my eyes, and scrambled to my feet quickly. He grabbed the front of my shirt to pull me closer, leaning down to my level. His eyes burned straight through mine. Chills went down my spine and I bit my bottom lip out of fear.
"How many times do I have to tell you? You. Are. Mine."
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In a complex narrative, where Harry wrestles with the voices of schizophrenia, the story unfolds with uncertainty. The question lingers: Will Harry succumb to the relentless voices, potentially breaking down Louis, or will Louis summon the strength to confront the darkness that threatens him and stand resolute in his own defense?
The outcome rests upon the delicate interplay of their intertwined fates, a story of mental struggles and strength yet to fully reveal itself.