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Petal [h.s.]
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MatureComplete Sun, Nov 21, 202137h 45m
[Completed]
[MATURE CONTENT]
[TW: Mentions of drug abuse and self-harm]
"When I met her, I told myself 'no feelings'. But I guess you know by now that that's never how feelings work."
As a 24-year-old working with underage drug addicts in a rehab facility, Violet Rae is less than impressed when her best friend introduces her to Harry Styles, a top tier member in a notorious drug gang in London who has a heavy coke addiction.
Harry seems to have taken an unlikely interest in Violet that nobody, including her, him or his friends seem to understand. The two are an unconventional match and before realizing it, Violet is sucked into a dangerous life that goes against anything she believes in.
Can two people who have gone through so much trauma and have so many - literal - scars ever really have a happy ending?
[Preview]
"It's pathetic, I know. I just feel... so much when you're around me. I can't get enough." His voice died down in a whisper before he flicked his eyes up to stare into mine intently. The green in them instantly took my breath away as I got lost and he gulped audibly. "And I don't just like you, Violet. I love you, I really do."
My heart stopped beating for a second before it started thrashing violently in my chest. "Harry..." I sighed as I shook my head, but he cut me off. "No, I know you think it's bullshit and that it's too soon and that I'm lying or that I don't know what I'm talking about, but I do." He spilled.
"There's so much you don't know about me." I mumbled, tearing my eyes away from his to focus on the pendant that was laying on the mattress.
"I don't care." He whispered back and I shook my head. "I... I can't say it back."
"I know."
I bit my lip at the intensity of this conversation, and I wondered how long it would take Harry to find out he didn't actually love me at all.
** Started: May 2021
** Finished: November 2021
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She tried to laugh but it came out sounding more like a choked sob. She sniffled again and Harry took one of her hands in his, lacing their fingers together as he stroked the back of her soft hand with the pad of his thumb in soothing circles. With his other hand he brushed more of her tears away. “I cry all the time, I’m the biggest baby in the group actually, since I cry the easiest. If you keep crying I’m going to have to just cry with you, I will, I swear it, it physically pains me to see you crying right now.” Harry told her soothingly. “I’ll suck it up then.” Grace murmured. “That’s not what I meant Love.” He chuckled lightly and she smiled just a tiny bit. “Want to tell me what it is? I won’t tell anyone else, I promise. And I won’t laugh either.” Harry promised. Grace licked across her petal pink lips, Harry watching the movement of her wet and pink tongue, feeling a rush of desire wash over him. He inhaled deeply before looking back into her eyes. Grace flushed more, wondering if he had been staring at her. “It’s embarrassing.” “I won’t laugh.” He twined their pinkies together, squeezing her hand reassuringly before she sighed softly, her warm breath fluttering across his lips. He waited patiently for her to gather her bearings, he was asking a lot, he knew that, asking her to open up to nearly a complete stranger. But he wanted to be more than a complete stranger to her. And that scared him a lot to be honest. Harry Styles may not be just your regular seventeen year old teenager, but he certainly comes across as one. Tired of the rumors and gossip, he finally meets a girl who teaches him to look at life in a new way. Grace Potter was just a shy and quiet old soul, growing up was a challenge but she never stopped believing that one day she'd meet the person who would set her free. The only question is, can Harry and Grace survive the pressure? Or crumble beneath it?
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