His Angel; h.s

His Angel; h.s

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Beginning a new chapter of your life in the city of your dreams can be difficult, especially with distractions and and a reputation to uphold. ~ Starting her first year at college, an escape from her parents, Luna Blossom runs into the city's most mysterious bad boy. Will she let him in? Or will he break her heart? "What do you think your doing! You can't keep showing up defending me!" I spat at him, unable to control myself. "If you didn't get yourself into so much drama, I wouldn't have to do it!" his once soft voice, now filled with rage. "I hate you! I hate you!" I shouted and punched his chest, yet he managed to hold me back. "But I love you, Luna Blossom," he spoke, my mouth dropped. What?
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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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