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Abditory [H.S]

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Harry Styles
"People who disagree with me don't end up feeling very well, darling." He smirks at the end, noticing my slight shaking. Why does he keep smirking like that? "I- I didn't mean it in a bad way, I was just stating what I thought of too." I may think he was wrong, but he's still a guy and I don't have my taser. He looks at me, still staring into my brown eyes. "Well, what you thought was wrong. Don't step in when I'm talking, making yourself look smart in front of everyone, nerd." --------------------------------------------------- Luella Jones is your typical senior girl in highschool, ready to move out whenever she gets the chance to. But as soon as she meets Harry Styles, she questions what her life was once. Fighting off this unfair world together, they learn the true essence of living.
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Love. War. Lies. Nothing stays buried. Emersyn escaped once. But freedom comes with scars, and the past has a way of bleeding through the cracks. As secrets unravel and loyalties fracture, she's forced to decide who she can trust in a world built on betrayal. And Harry Styles, the only person who felt like safety, might be the one who costs her everything. When it comes down to him or her, survival or sacrifice, she knows one thing: She's not making the wrong choice this time. * "Then help me understand." The room tilts. My breath is ragged, his face too close, that quiet demand pulling the ground out from under me. Neither of us moves. There's an inch between us that feels like a cliff edge, almost like one wrong step will send us both over. "I hate you," I whisper, the words tasting like blood and truth. His jaw tightens, and his eyes drag over my face like he's memorizing every line, every crack I swore I'd never let him see. The silence stretches thin; my pulse is hammering so loud it drowns out the world. "Good," he mutters finally, voice rough. **** Started: 1/14/2025 Ended: TBD **** (Cover credit @antiheroics16)

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