Thorns [h.s] (ON HOLD)

Thorns [h.s] (ON HOLD)

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Nov 5, 2020
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Harry Styles
A story about when a broken golden hair girl catches the eye of a mysterious street florist. *** Today was supposed to be like any other day. The same people in and out of the shop, the same routine, and the same haunting demons. What I didn't expect was for a broken angel to fall outside of my shop. I knew she was battling her own demons but mine couldn't help but feel intrigued by hers. It was a magnetic pull I couldn't fight and I was caught making the same mistake I've been so successful in avoiding for the last couple of years. I was already bruised and I knew she was too. I didn't want to hurt her but my demons knew what they wanted to pursue. But in the end, I knew I was going to lose. *** Disclaimer: mature language and content. This story is in no way, shape, or form an attempt to replicate the true persona of Harry Styles. Other then the name and appearance, everything is purely fiction. Any similarities are simply coincidental.
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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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