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Heavy (A Harry Styles FanFiction)

Heavy (A Harry Styles FanFiction)

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Sep 13, 2014
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Harry Styles
'Im fat, and flipping angry' My chest rose up and down quickly as I tried to run. They had found me again. The bullies. Shouting hideous names such as 'fatty' and 'pig'. I do have to admit, I am fat. And no, I'm not anorexic, Im actually over-weight. 30 kilograms to be precise. Oh right, back to the point. I stopped momentarily to catch my breath. And then it hit me, no, it actually hit me, a flying red frisbee. Then everything went black...
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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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