The Fallen Angel Named Harry (h.s)

"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."

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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.