karma || Harry Styles
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  • Time 2h 11m
  • Reads 251,823
  • Votes 6,979
  • Parts 28
  • Time 2h 11m
Complete, First published Aug 31, 2014
Mature
"Please just let me stay here. I have nowhere to go." I beg him standing at his doorstep.
"Why would I?" He snaps. I feel so small,so lonely and cold under his intense gaze.
"I'll do anything. Please,Harry." I sob.
"Just leave." He responds closing his door. I put my hand on the doorknob just in time,making him stop.
"Please." I plea looking up at him. He looks at me like I am an abandoned dog he met on the street. "Just for tonight,please. What do you want in return?"
He stares at me for a second thinking about my words. After checking his surroundings he leans closer to me. 
"Your body." He whispers making me froze. My eyes widen at his disrespectful wish. This is so rude and arrogant but I should have known better than coming to him. I knew this would happen.
 'C'mon, Amanda it's just one night,you said you would do anything. You have no other option.' I recover,gaining my confidence back.
"Okay."



[WARNING: sexual content, violence, strong and explicit language.]
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I run faster and faster. He's going to catch me. I let out a very girly squeal as I feel two sets of arms grab me slowing me to a halt. "That is not fair!" I scream at the curly haired boy. He just chuckles letting go of me. "Yes it was. You never said I couldn't use other people." He shrugs. "It was implied. And he's training for the Olympics." "You're training." He states simply flipping his hair out of his eyes. "C'mon, we're going to be late." He grabs my wrist and starts pulling me down the street. "I really don't want to go." I whine while his grip doesn't falter but possibly gets tighter. "You really don't have a choice." He mumbles. "Since when have you cared about being punctual?" He's always the late one. "Since your job depends on it." And he's right. Maybe I should back up. I am Harry Styles' personal bodyguard. That doesn't really clear it up, does it? Well, this is what happened...