Harry Styles

Harry Styles

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"For some reason I feel like we've met before... But then again, I don't think I would ever forget a pretty face like yours." His voice sounded deep and his hot breath hit my neck causing a tingle to crawl down my spine. "I'm Harry Styles, by the way." He introduced himself as if he weren't known around the world. I slightly pushed him away and gave him a tight smile. "Lovely to meet you, but I think I must go." I needed to get the hell away from him. "Why? We've barely even gotten to know each other. Listen, I would really like to take you out sometime," he smiled an arrogant smile and I refrained from rudely rolling my eyes. "I just, I- no thank you. Goodbye." A look of shock quickly took over his features as I walked away. There was no way in hell I ever wanted to see him again. Too bad I had shitty luck.
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***completed*** NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Harry Styles. The strange one. The freak. The one who was too kind for his own good, trapped in a world where his job was to bring people pain. Sophia 'Spice' Winters. The dancer. The stripper. The one who who trapped in a world where her job was to provide men with nothing but pleasure. -- "What don't you understand?" Harry seethed, his hands gripping the roots of his hair. "I'm not the good guy here, Sophia. I'm bad, everything about me is fucking bad." Harry looked as if he was about to rip his hair out, his wild eyes shinning with madness. He looked unhinged, raw and angry. It should of frightened me. That look alone should of been enough to send me running. He didn't look like the shy man I first met. He looked...crazy. His fingers were coated in red, stained with the blood of another. He didn't seem to care though. "If I was you Sophia, I would run away. Run as far away as you possibly can, because I promise you...An evil part of me won't let you go, and I hate myself for that. I want you to run away, to a place that I can't ever find you. You'll be safe that way."

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