Behind the Curls (Harry Styles, One Direction fanfic)

Behind the Curls (Harry Styles, One Direction fanfic)

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My hair was trapped on the rock underwater! I began to panic and struggle for air, my heart was beating faster and faster. A thick liquid oozed out of my head; blood. My whole body was still submerged under the surface. I tried to swim but my eyes fluttered shut... I only focused on one person, screaming my name in the distance. Harry. Emmie is a broken person without her best friend, and childhood sweetheart Harry. After a year of no contact and broken childhood memories, Harry tries to come back into her life. And what happens when hatred turns into love? Can friendship ever become something more. Or will a tragic injury and a love triangle ruin their lives forever.
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He was like fire. You could stare at him forever, but so dangerous to touch and play with. He was like a song I couldn't get out of my head. Hard as I tried, the melody of our meeting run through my mind on an endless loop, each time as surprisingly sweet as the last, like a lullaby, like a hymn, and I couldn't think I could ever get tired of hearing it. But, he put me down when I needed him more than ever. When no one was there for me. And that's when I know it's over. As soon as you start thinking about the beginning, it's the end. Sometimes loneliness makes the loudest noise. After losing him, everything went black and white. All I was thinking about was one thing. I became weaker every single moment. I was so much in pain. I screamed so loud, But no one heard a thing. All the spaces between us, kept getting deeper. I fell so deep. But he didn't even reach out a hand for me to hold...

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