My Greatest Regret (Harry Styles)

My Greatest Regret (Harry Styles)

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My name is Harry Styles and my greatest regret is what I did a few years ago. I lied and broke the heart of the last person I ever wanted to hurt. She in no way deserved what I did to her. My name is Lily Crane and my greatest regret is falling for Harry Styles and his lies. I loved him and I honestly thought that he loved me too. I was so stupid. I should have known better than to give my heart to the schools charismatic player. What happens when Harry finds her? Will she listen to what he has to say? Or will lingering anger express itself in a terrible way? This story will be told at first as a flashback until stated that it is in present time. Updates and chapter uploads may tend to be slow sorry.
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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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