Love You From A Distance [h.s]

Love You From A Distance [h.s]

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Stella Edison is a normal 21 year old who works as an executive at Gucci. She meets a British popstar Harry Styles who signs a collaboration with the brand. He is so much more than a regular celebrity she adored, enough to scare her away as they are polar opposites of eachother. She helps him to unfold the demons of his past and overcome them. They find out their common enemy in their journey, while walking past every obstacle that stood in front of them. ..................... "Stop pretending like you're the good guy here! You get that Harry?" I yell at him. He walks towards me and pushes me into a wall so my back aligns with the wall. He leans forward and says in the most calm way, "Don't you dare raise your fucking voice at me honey." I gather my courage and reply, "You don't have control over me." "You're not listening to me tha-" I cut him in between, "And why should I? Who are you?" He looks at me in the eye and says, "Fine! Guess what? I don't give a shit about you and your stuff." And to that, I say, "Neither do I." He moves away from me towards the door but I speak up again, "Will you try this outfit once so that my job is done and we don't have to tolerate eachother?" He finally picks up the outfit from the couch and starts walking towards me again. "You're such a troub-" he couldn't complete before I heard a loud noise. He doubles over on the ground, hands on his knees and instantly I realise. A bullet hit his back. ................. "It's okay to always be this wet because....." He begins but stops speaking for a second and thrusts his hips forward, making me feel that he's got an erection while saying, "...I'm always this hard when I'm around you." "Can I dive into this ocean babygirl?" He murmurs as he applies pressure along my clit with his fingers which has me melting and moaning louder. .................. Story contains:- Violence, Mature Language, Drugs, Abuse, Mental Health Triggers, Sexual Content. All rights reserved to @ifancyyouharry
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"Why do you care?" he asks. But it's not soft. It's sharp, defensive, like he's already bracing for the answer. I want to tell him the truth. Because you saved me. Because you're the only one who makes me feel real. Because if you fall apart, I don't know what happens to the rest of us. Instead, I just say, "Maybe I want to understand." He scoffs, no humor in it. "You don't. Trust me." Silence stretches between us. Then he steps forward, close enough that I can see the way his hands won't stop shaking. "You already know too much," he says, voice low. "More than you ever should've." I don't look away. "Then tell me the rest." He shakes his head. "It's not your place. You don't get to ask." "But I am asking." He exhales sharply. "Jesus, Lily. This isn't a story with a clean ending. I'm not a mystery. I'm a goddamn warning sign. I'm dangerous." I flinch, but I don't move. And that pisses him off more. He takes a step back like he's going to leave, then pauses. His eyes flick to my jacket. In one quick motion, he reaches in and pulls out the burner phone. "I think this belongs to me," he says, tone sharp but quiet. No accusation. Just fact. I don't respond. Just watch as he slips it into his pocket, like closing a door I wasn't supposed to open. He looks at me for one long second, jaw clenched. "Go home," he says again, this time like a warning. And this time, I believe him. He crushes the cigarette under his boot, turns his back, and walks down the alley, leaving me standing in the dark. - Lily didn't ask to be assigned to him. Harry Styles is a name whispered like a warning, famous for his ink, infamous for everything else. Brooding. Untouchable. But Lily has a habit of looking too closely. And when she finds something she shouldn't, the line between curiosity and consequence begins to blur. He told her to stay away. She should've listened. - TW: emotional abuse, manipulation, drugs, sex, violence, trauma.

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