Decrepit |harry styles|
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Last published Wed, Mar 3, 2021
"Maybe you should give yourself a break," he murmured over the echo of his own heartbeat, it seemed to be the loudest thing in the room and he knew she couldn't even hear it. But maybe she could feel it, because the feeling of his heart rattling in his chest was louder than sound would ever be.
Rylee Uriah Ivers was just an 18 year old working at a shady gas station with a shady past. After giving up looking for her missing father, and not bothering to care for her incarcerated brother, she doesn't have anything to lean on. Her debt is eating her alive, and she just wants peace.
Maybe, just maybe he could be the one to bring it to her, and maybe she could be the one to make him step out from the cocoon he has built for himself.
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