Bullied By Harry Styles

Bullied By Harry Styles

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Harry Styles
"First things First. This is not some bullshit cliché fairy tale you get told when your a kid about how Cinderella runs off into the sunset with Prince Charming and they live happily ever after with all the birds and shit. No. This is real life. There's no happy endings or Prince Charmings. None. It doesn't exist and once you realise that, you find out that everything you believed in is complete and utter crap. Like me. Oh, I'm Clary Jones by the way and I've learnt what life's really like the past 17 years and honestly? I just can't wait to leave it. Someday I'll finally let myself be free. Free from everyone and everything, Free from the past, And the present of course, But most importantly; Free from Harry Styles".
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Love. War. Lies. Nothing stays buried. Emersyn escaped once. But freedom comes with scars, and the past has a way of bleeding through the cracks. As secrets unravel and loyalties fracture, she's forced to decide who she can trust in a world built on betrayal. And Harry Styles, the only person who felt like safety, might be the one who costs her everything. When it comes down to him or her, survival or sacrifice, she knows one thing: She's not making the wrong choice this time. * "Then help me understand." The room tilts. My breath is ragged, his face too close, that quiet demand pulling the ground out from under me. Neither of us moves. There's an inch between us that feels like a cliff edge, almost like one wrong step will send us both over. "I hate you," I whisper, the words tasting like blood and truth. His jaw tightens, and his eyes drag over my face like he's memorizing every line, every crack I swore I'd never let him see. The silence stretches thin; my pulse is hammering so loud it drowns out the world. "Good," he mutters finally, voice rough. **** Started: 1/14/2025 Ended: TBD **** (Cover credit @antiheroics16)

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