Perfectly imperfect

Perfectly imperfect

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Harry Styles
I've never really been or fallen in love nor have I allowed myself to be. I believe in many things but not love, love is just an open door to welcome heart break and unnecessary pain. Should I say believed. That was until I met my new green eyed, curly hair neighbor, Harry Styles. What has he done to me? He's changed me, or has he helped me become who I really am? Harry's like a rollercoaster, full of hype and fueling you with adrenaline. But I'm I ready for the ride? Sneak Peak: "Fuck! I'm here he isn't! Where the hell is your damn night and shining armor now, huh Izzy, Where?!" Harry screamed at me. "Harry calm down and don't fucking talk to me like that! Why are you so angry?! He would be here if he could!" I defended Chris. "Are you sure about that?" He stepped closer. "Yes, now stop acting like you know everything when you don't!" I pushed him. "Oh but I do, more then you know, love." his words sent chills down my spine, with that said he crashed his lips against mines.
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My heart was beating and adrenaline was running through my body at a thousand miles per second. My hand wrapped around the door knob, but then I was pulled back painfully by my arm. I was whipped around and was face to face with a pissed off Louis. "Where do you think you're going, love?" He asked, and I gulped at how dark his voice sounded. The sane part of me was absolutley terrified of it, and I didn't like it, but the part of me that thought Louis was incredible was so turned on by his dark side. "Answer the question." He said as he squeezed my wrist tighter, and I winced a bit, but I didn't answer the question. "Were you trying to leave? Were you trying to run away from me?" He asked, and I felt his nails digging into my skin. I gave a small yelp of pain and then he was dragging me harshly by my arm down the hall again. He passed the room that I was staying in before and opened another door that was three doors down. He pushed me inside, and I couldn't see a thing. The room was completely dark. I began to breath faster because I've never been a big fan of the dark. I hated it. I didn't like what I couldn't see. I jumped as I felt a hand on my waist and my breath caught as I felt a surge of electricity run through me. I felt him pull me closer to him until my back was against his chest. His lips rubbed against my ear and he slowly whispered out "You can't leave, Harry. You're never gonna get away. I'm not gonna let you."

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