The Fallen Angel Named Harry (h.s)

The Fallen Angel Named Harry (h.s)

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"Are you done with your speech?" Harry chuckled, enraging me even more. "Yeah you can go back to your flawless life." I fired at him, my back still pressed against the door. Harry nods, "Great. Glad you're not in it." "I hate you, I fucking hate you." The words fell from my mouth. "Good, feelings mutual because I hate you more." He spat back. Just as I was about to walk away, he grabbed my wrists, pinning both of them above my head. "Don't be an annoyance, Cherry," he whispered, his lips only few centimeters away from my ear. Goosebumps pricked the surface of my skin as his green eyes peered into mine, his warm breath hitting my neck caused all the hairs in my neck to stick up. "I-Isn't there someone else you can torture, H?" I whisper back, cussing back in my mind because of my stuttering. An amused smirk tugs his lips, "I can Cherry, but I choose you." _ Coming from an offered scholarship, Cherry moves to London to attend one of the most prestigious art school. The school consists of spoiled kids and the most powerful group of students - one particular group being The Angels - a group that didn't just get accepted because of their money but also their talent. The Angels are known to be one of the most power groups in not just the school but London, having family with high power in a big society does a lot. It's their world, and everyone else is just living in it. Cherry tries her best to lay low, after all, she's a transfer student coming from a scholarship to a school that rarely ever hands them out. But things shifts when she spills milkshake on one of Harry's precious item - his songbook. Things only get worse when her dorm burns down and is forced to share a dorm with Harry.
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"Oh, but I think you will. You're just dying to tear everything apart, aren't you baby?" Harry narrows his eyes in amusement, a malicious smile playing on his lips. I feel a surge of boldness at his condescending words, the cool of my pen tucked behind my ear startling me slightly. "So what if I am?" "You're just so full of vengeance, yeah?" Harry's bloody fingers tap underneath my chin, careful not to smear any of the substance on his fingers on my body. "Yes." I cock my head in defiance, not wanting to give in quite yet. "You know, maybe if you weren't such a bitch, I'd think you're hot." A slow, sadistic smile crosses Harry's face like he's thoroughly enjoying having me in a position like this. I scoff, crossing my arms over my chest like a shield of my very own. "I'd prefer you didn't think about me at all." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Scarlett Thatcher is hired as a publicist for the now world-famous band, Ecstasy. A young woman picking herself up from old habits, Scarlett is looking for vengeance, ready to go to any length necessary. Harry Styles is the lead singer for Ecstasy, ready to protect himself from the topsy-turvy famous world. Full of secrets, he's not afraid to scare anyone straight out of his life. What will happen when these two ticking bombs collide together?

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