Only Angel- H.S

Only Angel- H.S

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CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE | DRUG ABUSE | SEXUAL CONTENT | VOILENCE/CRIME I hear the clicking of his stupid boots, he wears them everywhere, on the hardwood floor, "What are you doing here all by yourself?" "These people are giving these shitty situations out like free hugs around here." I grumble, laying on the empty ballroom floor, staring at the pretty painted ceiling, it looks like a pregnant woman worshipping a man. "But I don't like hugs. I hate them." "It's not as bad as you seem to think it is, really; I'd say it's not bad at all." He's talking softly, not quite a whisper. "I mean, at least I'm here." "Exactly." I whisper, standing up, getting ready to leave now that he's here. "You're here." I can tell he's smirking now. That stupid devilish smirk that everyone seems to love, the one that almost, makes me weak in the knees. Almost. "You're the hug." I breath, just loud enough for him to hear as I breeze by him, walking back into the covered area of the deck. Always running away, never moving towards something. Maeve Tomlinson just finished uni, and everything around her is going downhill. Her girlfriend is hiding something huge from her and now she has to go home to her snotty bullshit parents for the summer, and she is getting roped into something she did not agree to making her end up in the middle of the fucking ocean with idiots she can't escape from. Not anymore. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @haroldshiptattoo STARTED DEC 2020 - ONGOING
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[COMPLETED] "I see you've become brave" He chuckles, his eyes dark. "I didn't have a choice," I say without a hint of emotion in my voice. His eyes stay still at me when after a certain point I look away for a moment as the situation was getting too intense. Our silent breathing filled the room as he stood there holding me to the door, his fingers digging deep in my skin. Hard but not enough to hurt. "You have to tell me what goes on in your mind when it comes to me. Why do you keep hurting me?" I look him in the eyes, questioning. He leans in making me doubt what he intended to do as I turn my head looking to my left. His forehead softly touches my temple and rests against it. For some reason, it calmed me down. I stand there not moving a bone, too scared perhaps. Slowly, he takes a few strands of hair tucking it behind my ear. I hear him take a deep breath, and slowly exhale through his mouth parting his lips. His warm breath made my skin moist as he slowly he leans further down to my ear and he touches it softly with his lips sending shivers down my body. "Trust me, you don't wanna know what goes on in my mind when it comes to you." //Grace Evans is the childhood friend of Harry Styles, a member of the world-famous band 'Affinity'. But things go haywire as Grace enters the world of Harry, getting hurt and feeling perplexed by the changed vision. But what caused her to get involved in things she never thought she would and get into a world she absolutely despised? What made her do things against her morals? How does becoming a part of 'Affinity' turn her world upside down? More importantly, will they survive the storm together? Or will one of them have to surrender?// ♡HIGHEST RANKINGS♡ #1 IN NH #1 IN LT #8 IN ZAYN #8 IN CRIME FICTION All rights reserved to @Louisgurl1D STORY CONTENTS: •VIOLENCE •MATURE CONTENT •PHYSICAL ABUSE •SEX •VULGAR LANGUAGE •MENTAL HEALTH •SELF HARM •DRUGS

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