The Winner Takes It All - H.S

The Winner Takes It All - H.S

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this fanfiction is inspired by Mamma Mia! Summer, romance and all things ABBA July 17th. The day Harry Styles turns up, out of the blue, in Corfu looking for someone to show him around the island. He's struggling artist leaving home with nothing but his suitcase, guitar and proudly wearing his Johnny Rotten t-shirt. With the bare minimum, he was off searching for his muse to kickstart his career. All it took was to hear word of a local cover band playing at the Kalokairi bar and he was set for the night. As soon as the opening song began to play Harry was immediately enchanted by the lead singer, he had fallen for her angel eyes and knew from that very moment he was a goner. You never expect a summer love until you're in one Ranks #1 1dfanfics #1 Sunray #3 herewegoagain #4 softharrystyles I've played all my cards... and that's what you've done too. Nothing more to say, no more ace to play. The winner takes it all...
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***completed*** NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Harry Styles. The strange one. The freak. The one who was too kind for his own good, trapped in a world where his job was to bring people pain. Sophia 'Spice' Winters. The dancer. The stripper. The one who who trapped in a world where her job was to provide men with nothing but pleasure. -- "What don't you understand?" Harry seethed, his hands gripping the roots of his hair. "I'm not the good guy here, Sophia. I'm bad, everything about me is fucking bad." Harry looked as if he was about to rip his hair out, his wild eyes shinning with madness. He looked unhinged, raw and angry. It should of frightened me. That look alone should of been enough to send me running. He didn't look like the shy man I first met. He looked...crazy. His fingers were coated in red, stained with the blood of another. He didn't seem to care though. "If I was you Sophia, I would run away. Run as far away as you possibly can, because I promise you...An evil part of me won't let you go, and I hate myself for that. I want you to run away, to a place that I can't ever find you. You'll be safe that way."

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