chaos + hs
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o que fazem estes dois juntos depois de tudo o que lhe aconteceu? é uma história triste não sei se a devia contar não cabe dentro de ninguém é triste forte sufocante e dói e parece que nunca deixa de doer.
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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."Complete
Trendsetter (book 2) - H.S
"They say insanity is trying the same thing but expecting something new" - Anson Seabra. SEQUEL TO STYLIST El kept telling him it was only meant to be for one night. She kept that mentality, or tried to. Harry didn't believe one bit of the front she put up so he fought hard. Right when he had her...he pushed her away. Through heart break and confusion that neither of them expected they found each other again, but can they make it work, or were they truly doomed from the start? EXCERPT: "When someone like me feels pain, or happiness or anything for that matter, I take it and I go with it... I use it as inspiration." He tells me. "So you wrote a song about me?" I ask, feeling my hands fumble as I try not to act as nervous as I feel while waiting for the answer. "The whole album is about you..." he tells me, and I realize he's more nervous than I am. I broke his heart... we broke each other's heart, and now all we can do is pick up the broken pieces... or try to.Complete
London Calling {H.S}
Celeste: The past few weeks have been rough. Leaving my ex-boyfriend was the right decision, but that doesn't mean it was easy. Moving back into my childhood bedroom while job hunting wasn't exactly on my bingo card for this year, but when I came across a listing for a personal assistant position in Londen, something about it called to me. Harry: Hiring a personal assistant wasn't my idea. It was Jeffrey's. My right-hand man knew better than to argue with me unless he was certain - and lately, my workload had grown out of control. Still, I barely glanced at the candidates he had preselected before choosing Celeste. It was a rushed decision, one I should have taken more time for. I hadn't expected her to be living under my roof.
Heat - Harry Styles
Sloane is clueless. Harry is famous. Harry needs a break from LA. Sloane needs a break from everything. __________ He rolled off of me, coolly laying beside me as I struggled to catch my breath. "Oh my God," I muttered when I finally felt like I could breathe again. "Enjoy yourself?" he chuckled. I didn't even need to see his face to know the annoying little smirk that would be plastered across it right now. I used to be no-nonsense, cold to a fault when it came to men. Then Harry comes along with his too tight skinny jeans and his hair that's always a little messed up. Despite all of the reasons that I shouldn't like him, I did. I was putty in his hands-and he knew it. ____ Originally published on a different account, but I got locked out of my account. Continuing here! Highest Ranking: #3 in HarryEdwardStyles
The Weeks Between • HS
Nola, and her three beautiful girls, are looking for a fresh start. When they take up temporary residence in her grandparents home in London, she is told the musician living next door is rarely home. To Nola, he sounds like the perfect neighbor. Moving during the summer of the 2020 pandemic almost guarantees that they will be on their own for a while. After the year she has had, Nola welcomes the break from people, happily hiding halfway across the world from a past she is now trying to forget. That is until she has to knock on the neighbor's door to borrow something and finds out that the he isn't just a musician, but a FAMOUS one. Perhaps one of the most famous- Harry Styles. The weeks she spends in England, the weeks between her past and whatever is on the other side, are some of the most incredible that she has ever had. What she can't decide is if those weeks will lead to something more or simply become sweet memories of the unexpected man who helped her find herself again. *Completed December 31st, 2023Complete
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Why I Hate Harry Styles // Harry Styles
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Arcane
Forced to move, Ember Evergreen has to say goodbye to her best friend. She never thought she would see him again and it broke her heart. 10 years later, winning a raffle in New York she finds herself in a peculiar situation. She had won concert tickets, quickly recognizing the name on them. Harry Styles. She'll be able to see him again, but there's no way he remembers her... right? "The air in my lungs seemed to be stolen as I saw Harry, he seemed so different yet the same. Of course I had always been caught up with him, and knew what he looked like throughout the years. But seeing him in person was so... surreal. Never in my life had I thought I would ever see him again. He had a huge grin plastered on his face, his dimples cutting into his cheeks. His bunny teeth seemed cute as ever, his tall build and bright energy taking over the stage without him even trying. Music started immediately and the ground shook along with the bass. What really surprised me was his voice, sure the audience was loud, but his voice silenced them into awe. "Open up your eyes, shut your mouth and see. That I'm still the only one that's been in love with me. I'm just happy getting you stuck in between my teeth." He started, his voice low yet powerful, a rasp that sounded so perfect. When we were younger we sang together a lot, I always thought he was good. I knew he had potential, I knew he was going somewhere in life. I'm so proud of him. Proud of who he's becoming. Of who he is. Of how happy he seems. I can only imagine how hard he worked for this. I look around the stadium, looking at the thousands of people in the crowd. Each with their own story, different traumas, different memories, different backgrounds. They all came here for him. To support him. Because they love him. Because they're proud of him."Complete
***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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