Saved from myself ( Harry Styles)

Saved from myself ( Harry Styles)

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Do you ever think that you are just an another person, never noticed, a pointless dot on the globe. I used to think that I was someone who would never get a second glance, nothing special but he saw something in me that no one else did. He healed all my scars and wounds from the past. I'm not saying I never shead a tear after we met or that he never caused these tears but deep down I knew he was there for me even if he didn't want to be. I never thought my heart could love again but he proved me wrong, he showed the way when I was lost, he was my map. That he was Harry Styles and he saved me from myself.
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***completed*** NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Harry Styles. The strange one. The freak. The one who was too kind for his own good, trapped in a world where his job was to bring people pain. Sophia 'Spice' Winters. The dancer. The stripper. The one who who trapped in a world where her job was to provide men with nothing but pleasure. -- "What don't you understand?" Harry seethed, his hands gripping the roots of his hair. "I'm not the good guy here, Sophia. I'm bad, everything about me is fucking bad." Harry looked as if he was about to rip his hair out, his wild eyes shinning with madness. He looked unhinged, raw and angry. It should of frightened me. That look alone should of been enough to send me running. He didn't look like the shy man I first met. He looked...crazy. His fingers were coated in red, stained with the blood of another. He didn't seem to care though. "If I was you Sophia, I would run away. Run as far away as you possibly can, because I promise you...An evil part of me won't let you go, and I hate myself for that. I want you to run away, to a place that I can't ever find you. You'll be safe that way."

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