Ice Cold(one direction fanfiction)

Ice Cold(one direction fanfiction)

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Harry Styles
*He was like the snow outside...beautiful but cold. And she was fire, determinedly trying to melt away the white shell he hid behind.* "Why do I even bother?" She yelled, throwing up her hands in the air. "You're just a spoiled bastard who has everything in life handed to him on a goddamn gold plate! But where the hell would you be without your daddy's money Harry Styles, where?" He stood there, a shocked look on his face before he took a step closer to her, so that their noses were almost touching, their breath, which came out in small white clouds due to the unforgivingly cold weather blew in each other's faces and whispered "I love it when you curse" Then he slammed his lips on hers.
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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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