Sticks and Stones (A Harry Styles fanfiction)

Sticks and Stones (A Harry Styles fanfiction)

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Bitch. Slut. Whore. Piece of shit. Attention-seeker. Fatass. Words. Every single one of those are words. Words that I hear on a daily basis. Words that cut their way into my mind and tear away at me all day. My name is Melanie Anderson. I'm that quiet girl, who wears long sleeve shirts everyday, but no one seems to question it. I'm that girl that no one talks to. I'm that girl that everyone hates. No one is there for me. Everyone bullies me, and says I'm worthless. And I'm starting to think that maybe I am. WARNING: This story contains self harm and strong language. Do not read if it makes you uncomfortable.
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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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