No Control |H.S|

No Control |H.S|

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Harry Styles
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"Why are you doing this?!" He screams and shakes my shoulders like he's trying to shake the answer out of me. "Let me go, Harry." I'm defeated. I'm exhausted and for the first time in my life, I don't have it in me to fight back. The expression he's wearing is pained as his bloodshot eyes trace over my face like its the last time he'll ever get to see me up close. "Please, don't do this. I can't lose you. Please, Grace. Please, don't make me lose you." I almost break at the sound of his voice. My heart feels like it has a fist around it. "You don't wanna lose me but all I do with you is lose. You make me want to lose all control and I cant do that. It's the only thing I have that keeps me sane." "Please." He begs as tears leak down his cheeks. It's who he is. It's what he does to me. When I'm with him, I have no control. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Please read the Warning chapter so that you can fully understand the story. Thank you to everyone who helped me pick out a cover for this story. We hope you enjoy it.
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"H-Harry please!" I cried, my hands placed protectively in front of my face. His eyes darkened, and he grabbed my wrists, pinning them against the wall. His breath rolled over my face, the faint scent of alcohol rolling up my nose. "Shut up." He growled. His short nails dug into my arm and I winced in pain. He released me, and grabbed a handful of my hair instead. I shrieked in pain as he threw me to the ground. Tears pricked my eyes and I squeezed my eyes shut. "Get up." He said. I opened my eyes, and scrambled to my feet quickly. He grabbed the front of my shirt to pull me closer, leaning down to my level. His eyes burned straight through mine. Chills went down my spine and I bit my bottom lip out of fear. "How many times do I have to tell you? You. Are. Mine." -------------------------- In a complex narrative, where Harry wrestles with the voices of schizophrenia, the story unfolds with uncertainty. The question lingers: Will Harry succumb to the relentless voices, potentially breaking down Louis, or will Louis summon the strength to confront the darkness that threatens him and stand resolute in his own defense? The outcome rests upon the delicate interplay of their intertwined fates, a story of mental struggles and strength yet to fully reveal itself.

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