𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 [H.S.]

"You better watch who you're fucking talking to, Adelina," Harry sneers. I can feel his breath on my face. His nose is brushing against mine from the close proximity. There's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. I'm trapped between this wall and him.

"Why? I'm not talking to anything special," I say with a smirk. Pissing Harry off is something that helps me get through the day. Are there consequences? Sure. Do I care? No.

I feel his hand wrap around my neck, his fingers applying pressure, enough to take my breath away. But I don't let him see that it affects me, no. Instead, I smile.

"Pathetic," I whisper.

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Adelina Morales, a street rat is what they call her. A nobody.
Harry Styles, gang leader and King of the West.

*mentions of suicide, abuse, rape, etc.*