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[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?
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"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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