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Fanfic
Harry Styles
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Sophia Charlie Day is a girl with most practical thoughts. Simple girl simple thoughts, a part time waitress at a night club and a lovely daughter of a baker daddy This was all her life. Simple but rosy. But life can't be like this forever. Every thing changes when she falls in the trap of a gangster. The accident she regrets for and keep regretting for. Kidnapped by the gang. She is torchured by everyperson of the gang but the extreme person of all is Harry Styles. He finds all possible way to make her helpless and hopeless. Will this go on forever? Will she find her daddy
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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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