Fate [a Harry Styles fanfic]

Fate [a Harry Styles fanfic]

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" (...) Call it Destiny, Fate, all those crappy fucking words that everyone says with apparently too much meaning. I don't give a fuck. We are inevitable." ////// Melissa and Harry are against the odds. Everyone seems to have an opinion on their relationship. But still, they keep crawling back to each other, every single time they promise it is the last time. There's like a force pulling them, something they can't understand. Some might say this force is destructive, that this Fate that Harry claims not to be a believer, has something reserved for them. But is it always this way? Is Fate always a curse? //////
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People don't fall in love all at once. They fall in glances. In arguments. In moments so ordinary, you don't realize something irreversible is happening. Until it's too late. --- "Do you think people always leave?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "Why do you ask?" She shrugs. "Just a thought." They weren't supposed to matter to each other. It was supposed to be a passing chapter. A collision, not a connection. But fate doesn't ask what you're ready for. Amidst the flickering glow of wedding lights, stolen glances, and unspoken words, their worlds collided in ways neither could have foreseen. --- "Jealous already?" he teased, that familiar smirk tugging at his lips. "Should I be flattered?" "As if," she scoffed, but her voice gave her away. --- The way he looked at her - like she was the only person in the world who made sense - scared her more than she could admit. "I'm leaving tonight," she whispered. He froze. "What?" --- Three years passed. And yet, he was still waiting. Now they've met again. The moment their eyes lock, it all comes rushing back. The laughter. The ache. The words they never said. ...... at least for him. Because she doesn't remember.

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