Leave Your Lover.

Leave Your Lover.

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Jan 6, 2015
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Harry Styles
"I don't have much to give you, but I hope it's enough to explain my love for you." Harry whispered in my ear as he put down the flowers next to my hospital bed. He started crying and talking about it should've been him who should be dying, not me. "Harry baby, thank you. I love you so much." The words slipped from my lips as he took my hand into his. Tracing the cuts and scrapes from the windshield. He leaned up and kissed my forehead not being able to smile without being in horrifying pain, I did anyways. My neck in so much pain, I felt a tear roll down my cheeks as I knew I was going to pass out again. The last thing I remember before drifting to sleep was him whispering, "I love you princess."
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"Harry." I begged. I fisted the front of his t shirt between my fingers; the sharp pain intensified as his teeth grazed the skin. His breathy laugh fanned over the area as I desperately struggled against the male's hold before he continued to draw blood to the surface. The sensation was somewhat eased with the attention of his soft lips. But Harry wouldn't allow me that comfort for long, nipping hungrily at my neck with his teeth. I gasped when his tongue licked over the newly sensitive skin, planting a few kisses. He blew over the sloppy wet spot, igniting a chill through my entirety. Harry stepped back smirking as I yanked my arm from his large hand. My fingers drifted up to my neck, sucking in a sharp breath when I dabbed over the sore spot. I whimpered in fright as he drew closer. "You're mine now." He spoke in a hushed tone.

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