Through The Dark (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Through The Dark (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

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"Harry has these beautiful, soft-looking curls. They look like you could just go through them with your fingers without coming across a single knot. The way he flips his hair is just amazing. I love to watch him when he goes through it with his fingers. He keeps his hair grounded. Now, lemme talk about his eyes. His eyes are so gorgeous. I can't explain to you precisely how incredible his eyes are. When you look into his eyes, it's like you're the only two people on Earth. I swear, I could stare into those emerald-green eyes for ages. They're so beautiful. They draw attention to his whole face. Amazing. Then, you have his dimples. He has this cheeky smile he gives you when he's being cheeky. When he was naughty earlier, I caught a glimpse of these dimples. They are located perfectly on his face and make you tremble when you a lucky enough to spot them. Not to mention, his smile. His smile is so perfect. Harry's teeth are perfectly eligned. When he smiles, it can light up an arena. I love his face. Now, let's move on to his body. Harry has a very tall and muscular frame. When you're as short as me, it's not the most enlightening. He has these big, strong arms that he could just wrap you up in. When I first looked at Harry, my knees went weak. Thank God I was sitting down. He is an angel from above. He's the definition of perfect."
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Harry once asked me what was the most painful thing I've endured in my life, I couldn't answer to him back then but, hearing his desperate plead for me to hold on I got my answer now. ¨Hold on please, darling.¨ And for the first time since knowing him I wanted to listen to him only now I physically couldn't but I forced myself for him, for my ray of sunshine, for my angel. It took everything in me to open my eyes but I mustered all my energy and weakly opened them to see my favorite shade of green staring back at me, and almost as a reflex ever so slowly my lips curled up at the sight of him. However, at the sight of me grief washed all over his face. I'm here but it's as if he was mourning me. I've never felt so helpless in my life, I wanted to assure him that this isn't his fault, I wish I had the strength to. ¨I'm sorry baby, I'll get us out of here.¨ Watery eyes and a determined face promised me and the only thing I could muster was a weak smile. And with that he turned to face our aggressor. ¨My house, my chair, my wife,¨ At the sound of the last word my heart literally skipped a beat and I swear my eyes almost budged off my face when a second ago I could barely keep them open. ¨You better kill me before I fucking get free, you're on borrowed time and I fucking swear I'll have the time of my life making you pay for what you're doing to my wife.¨ ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's not the most ideal thing to be a mafia leader with two kids, and it surely isn't the most logical thing to fall in love with your enemy. -------------- A dark Harry fic with a little twist. Or maybe two.

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