HIS |H.S.|Harry Styles|.

HIS |H.S.|Harry Styles|.

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Harry Styles
I heard him before i saw him His deep British accent made my knees go weak underneath me. His cologne filled my senses and made my nerve endings hyper. When i finally mustered enough courage to turn, i was met with the most beautiful shade of green eyes i had ever seen. Harry styles was the typical rebel bad boy. Never cared what he did or who he did it to. Raven was classified as the school nerd. The complete opposite of her popular twin brother. She was drawn into Harry's bad boy persona the first time she saw him. She was HIS before he even knew her name.
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My heart was beating and adrenaline was running through my body at a thousand miles per second. My hand wrapped around the door knob, but then I was pulled back painfully by my arm. I was whipped around and was face to face with a pissed off Louis. "Where do you think you're going, love?" He asked, and I gulped at how dark his voice sounded. The sane part of me was absolutley terrified of it, and I didn't like it, but the part of me that thought Louis was incredible was so turned on by his dark side. "Answer the question." He said as he squeezed my wrist tighter, and I winced a bit, but I didn't answer the question. "Were you trying to leave? Were you trying to run away from me?" He asked, and I felt his nails digging into my skin. I gave a small yelp of pain and then he was dragging me harshly by my arm down the hall again. He passed the room that I was staying in before and opened another door that was three doors down. He pushed me inside, and I couldn't see a thing. The room was completely dark. I began to breath faster because I've never been a big fan of the dark. I hated it. I didn't like what I couldn't see. I jumped as I felt a hand on my waist and my breath caught as I felt a surge of electricity run through me. I felt him pull me closer to him until my back was against his chest. His lips rubbed against my ear and he slowly whispered out "You can't leave, Harry. You're never gonna get away. I'm not gonna let you."

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