Runaways (A Harry Styles FanFic)

Runaways (A Harry Styles FanFic)

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I don't know where you're going, but do you got room for one more troubled soul? I don't know where I'm going, but I don't think I'm going home and I said I'll check in, tomorrow if I don't wake up dead. This is the road to ruin, and we're starting at the end. Say yeah. Let's be alone, together. Rose' past is so different from the present. So when she finally runs away she runs into him. He seems to be a stranger now, but will soon realize, she wasn't living until she accepted his love. And sometimes we think we are the ones that are lost until we are putting someone else's pieces back together. *WARNING* This story contain strong sexual content. Some chapters may be disturbing. Some chapters were inspired from movies/Tv shows.
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I DONT OWN THIS STORY. TO BE ABLE TO READ SOME OF THE CHAPTERS YOU MUST BE A "FAN"! ALL CREDIT GOES TO HANNAH (han-rawr.tumblr.com “I can tell you’re going to be a challenge.” He almost growled. “I like that.” Harry smirked. He dipped his head, nudging mine to the side before I felt his lips press to the skin of my neck. The ends of his curly hair tickled at my cheek. Harry reluctantly released one of my arms so he could hold the back of my head, preventing me from escaping. I instantly placed my free hand on his chest in protest, attempting to push him away as I felt him harshly suck. “Harry.” I begged. I fisted the front of his t shirt between my fingers; the sharp pain intensified as his teeth grazed the skin. His breathy laugh fanned over the area as I desperately struggled against the male’s hold before he continued to draw blood to the surface. The sensation was somewhat eased with the attention of his soft lips. But Harry wouldn’t allow me that comfort for long, nipping hungrily at my neck with his teeth. I gasped when his tongue licked over the newly sensitive skin, planting a few kisses. He blew over the sloppy wet spot, igniting a chill through my entirety. Harry stepped back smirking as I yanked my arm from his large hand. My fingers drifted up to my neck, sucking in a sharp breath when I dabbed over the sore spot. I whimpered in fright as he drew closer. “You’re mine now.” He spoke in a hushed tone.

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