Benign
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Harry Styles AU The two of us kept moving, our bodies close, but not touching until Harry hit the metal wall of the elevator. I was breathing hard. Harder than I should be, and it felt like Harry wasn't breathing at all. His hands were still clasped on my hips, and he wasn't letting go. The tension in the elevator was tangible. I wanted him so bad. "Now what are you doing Bev?" Harry asked, his voice more husky than usual. I could feel him exhale. I tipped my chin up, and put my lips against his ear and said words I never expected to hear myself say. "Whatever you want me to do Harry."
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"He's dead." Harry whispered. "That's the idea." "He's dead." He repeats. "I mean his eyes are separate from his sockets and his spleen is somewhere mixed in with his teeth. So yes." "You killed him!" He points. "Don't point what if he's shy." "Oh god he's dead." I smack my hand over my head. "And the award for best directive goes to Harry Styles."

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