I Wish (punk harry styles)
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  • Reads 611
  • Votes 7
  • Parts 11
  • Time 1h 4m
Ongoing, First published Aug 15, 2014
Intro 

Hi. This is a story about a 17 year old girl named Riley Nomes. She has long blonde hair and blue eyes. She has a normal life in the beginning but things start to go down hill.

Riley has a little brother and fighting parents. Next thing she knows, she's in a new town with new people including a curly hair boy named Harry. Harry has good looks and isn't afraid to show he knows it, the good looks with a bad attitude, not to mention the piercings and tattoos. He rules the school with his hit cheerleader girlfriend.

Harry is rude, inconsiderate, and annoying. He has a lip piercing and tattoos. He's one of the popular Guys, he has the perfect cheerleader girlfriend. But opposites attract right?

Harry's girlfriend, Tiffany, becomes threatened with Riley. Tiffany starts these threats towards Riley about killing her and telling her to leave Harry alone. 

What should Riley do?

Continue reading to find out what happens with Riley and Harry.

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16 parts Ongoing Mature

*May be triggering to some readers* "Ah, but what if Niall knew you were hiding something from him, something that puts him in danger," he has a point all of them are in danger but if I keep my mouth shut, they'll be safe. "You dare tell Niall about those texts. I'll kill you myself," I've never been a person to throw threats around, but i had to do something. He takes a step closer to me, only a few inches between our bodies now. "Oh, you're a murderer now, I see," he chuckles to himself, his chest rising up and down slowly, like he's the most relaxed person on earth. "I've never hurt a fly, never would, unless you hurt my brother," I state strongly, avoiding eye contact. My eyes are glued to his worn Rolling Stones t-shirt. "I'm not hurting your brother, sweetheart, I'm hurting you," he speaks lowly, almost at a whisper "the more I know about you, the more I have against you, the more I can get what I need from this situation."