Picture Perfect [h.s.]
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  • Reads 18,438
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  • Parts 9
  • Time 1h 17m
Ongoing, First published Nov 07, 2014
Mature
Harry Styles 
AU

I wanted that bone crushing love, the type of love that envelopes your entire life, when he is all you can think about, all that you care about, when he is the only thing that makes your world...well...makes your world picture perfect. That's what I wanted, a picture perfect love. 

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She climbed up the bed in an attempt to escape him but he was hot on her heels. He roughly gripped her hips and dragged her back to the end of the bed, still on her hands and knees. 

"Don't play with daddy, kitten." He growled from behind her as his fingertips pressed into the creamy flesh that covered her pelvis.

She turned back to meet his gaze with wide innocent eyes and her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. She teasingly rotates her hips before the corner of her lips quirk up in acknowledgement of what she was doing to him.

"I thought daddy liked to play with my kitten?" 

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I knew she was in trouble. I knew her life was nothing, but a train-wreck; A distaster waiting to explode. I knew she was in agony and I knew her soul consisted of haunting memories and malicious dreams of a man who once brought her immense torture. I knew she was hurting and that falling for her was the last thing I needed on my plate. But with each everlasting glance and with each passionate kiss, my heart never beat the same. Her essence was craved by my longing soul and nothing, even a psycho ex-boyfriend, could cease me from drowning in her eternal love. Every inch of my body flooded with lust for her touch. Every thought swarming around my head ached for her never ending affection. Every move and every word spoken involved the cherishing infatuation of her presence. I knew I would go through hell and back to make her mine and only mine. I wanted her. I needed her. I suspired nothing more than her latency and her body against mine. This was My Moment.