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Vindicated

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I looked up at him, unsure of what just happened. I saw the blood glistening off of his gold H ring as he pushed my hair out of my face, scanning my eyes, making sure I was okay.  
"You should go back inside and find your friends. Go home and lock your doors." He said as he turned to walk away. 
"Wait!" I said weakly. He reached the end of the ally and turned around. "I don't even know your name." 
He paused, his eyes locking on mine before simply saying, "I'm Harry." then turning back around and disappearing into the night.

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Forgive me? Harry Styles by amxzemee

“Please, step out of the door way.” I pleaded, analysing every possible route of escape. I decided on the side opposite the broken bottle, and charged toward him, ducking under his arm, until a big arm grabbed the back of my uniform, choking me slightly as he pulled me in front of him as he turned around. “Don’t move, or it’ll hurt more” He smirked, the cold of the bottle touching my neck as he ripped open the buttons on my uniform to reveal my grey bra. “I love collar bones.” He winked, grabbing the bottle with his left hand, still holding onto my collar and tracing my collar bones with the broken glass, occasionally digging in enough to reveal blood. I tried to keep a straight face and look strong when all I really want to do is cry. You're on your usual shift, on your usual floor, cleaning your usual rooms when an angry hotel guest comes in and gets pretty angry and attacks you, you try to escape and knock on every door in the hallway in desperate attempt to escape, does anyone open the door? Who? and what doors does that open for you? "Forgive me" By aussieesummer hope you enjoy :) xx

Missing by miniikittyyy

He was almost home until a cloth slipped over his mouth, his eye sight slowly getting darker by the minute. "Lou..." Harry mumbled under the cloth. "Good night, Harry." was the last thing he heard before he fell unconscious. **** For Harry and Louis, life was great. That is, until one stormy night, Harry is missing and Louis is broken. Where is Harry and why has he disappeared? Questions are ask with unknown answers. Will Louis find Harry in time or will it be too late?

Stockholm Syndrome (Larry Stylinson) by British-1D-Irish

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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“Please, step out of the door way.” I pleaded, analysing every possible route of escape. I decided on the side opposite the broken bottle, and charged toward him, ducking under his arm, until a big arm grabbed the back of my uniform, choking me slightly as he pulled me in front of him as he turned around. “Don’t move, or it’ll hurt more” He smirked, the cold of the bottle touching my neck as he ripped open the buttons on my uniform to reveal my grey bra. “I love collar bones.” He winked, grabbing the bottle with his left hand, still holding onto my collar and tracing my collar bones with the broken glass, occasionally digging in enough to reveal blood. I tried to keep a straight face and look strong when all I really want to do is cry. You're on your usual shift, on your usual floor, cleaning your usual rooms when an angry hotel guest comes in and gets pretty angry and attacks you, you try to escape and knock on every door in the hallway in desperate attempt to escape, does anyone open the door? Who? and what doors does that open for you? "Forgive me" By aussieesummer hope you enjoy :) xx