anesthesia

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anesthesia - general or local insensibility, as to pain or any other sensation. * * * harry stares down at me placing both hands on my hips as I place my arms around his neck pulling us close together our faces only inches away from each other. "its a shame" harry says to me after letting out a deep sigh. we begin to start to sway to the music, the song begins to surround the house getting us lost more and more into ourselves. " what's a shame?" I say before leaning my head to rest in. between his neck and shoulder. harry places a swift kiss on my forehead before resting his cheek against it. " its a shame that this is a dream, that youre a dream. I dont ever wanna wake up."

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NOT EDITED "I cannot look into those eyes, eyes that I have learned will judge you, eyes, that will make or break you, no, please no. I can't look into those eyes, because if I look you in the eye, every memory of us laughing together is erased, every memory of us cuddling within the warmth of the blankets, every memory of us staring into each other's eyes, will completely vanish. All I will see is your beautiful face that is no longer mine to admire, all I will see is the way your eyes crinkle in distaste of my presence, all I will see is how much you loathe me. I cannot look you in the eye because all I think about is how much I love you and how much wanna kiss you, I cannot look you in the eye because you do not love me like you used to and you do not want to feel my lips, I cannot look you in the eye because of how much I want to be with you, and how much I wish I had told you to stay, I want to look at you but, I cannot because all I can think about is the smile that remains no more upon your face, I want to kiss you but all I can think about is how much, you are going to laugh at me, if I did." Harry Styles AU | This story is fictional. It has nothing to do with who Harry Styles is as a person, only his physical traits are used. All Rights Reserved © 2016 sunflowerboulevard Original Completion Date: July 4, 2017
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Dancing with the Badboy

I was surprised when she ran her hands down my abs, almost to the waist band of my pants. "Mila," I warned, watching her bite back a smile. There was unmistakable tension around us and I had no idea where it came from. Maybe it was the alcohol. I stared down at her, watching the sultry look on her face. "What are you doing to me," I muttered, resting my forehead against hers. I barely had a chance to blink before her lips were pressed against mine. My hands found their way to her hips, gripping them tightly as she tugged at my hair. Spinning her around, I pinned her against the wall. It felt like my lungs were going to burst as I pulled away, breathing hard. Mila gazed up at me, her eyes glazed over and cheeks pink. She reached up, wiping what I'm assuming was her lipstick from my lips. I couldn't help but lean down and press my lips against hers again. It was almost as if I was addicted to the way she fit against my body. "Ajax, we're both drunk," she gasped as I bit down on her ear gently. We could deal with the consequences later. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- TW: Mentions of Anxiety, Depression, and some suicidal thoughts Some Mature content - I'll put a warning before ;) Highest ranking in Romance - #8 12/20 Highest ranking in Dance - #1 12/22

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