Die My Darling. Harry Styles Fan Fiction

Die My Darling. Harry Styles Fan Fiction

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Harry Styles
I lay in my bed every night and just cried. Cried because I’m ugly and because I’m not good enough. I’ve counted all my flaws from head to toe to punish and feel worse about myself. I have brought so many knives to my wrist that I can’t even member the first time I harmed. 8 years old? Maybe 7? My parents call me crazy. I tried so many times to tell them I’m not crazy, I’m just Ella. My life is just so miserable. Nobody listened to me. No one at all. Murdering became my only answer to seek attention not just my family, but all the unknown people around me. Seeing my name, Ella Rose, on the TV screen, everyone seeking to find me, and the adrenaline rush I would get. But my one hiding mistake ruined my life. Hiding in a trash can outside of the house I broke into was not a good idea, little did I know Harry Styles would find me in his trash can.
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My heart was beating and adrenaline was running through my body at a thousand miles per second. My hand wrapped around the door knob, but then I was pulled back painfully by my arm. I was whipped around and was face to face with a pissed off Louis. "Where do you think you're going, love?" He asked, and I gulped at how dark his voice sounded. The sane part of me was absolutley terrified of it, and I didn't like it, but the part of me that thought Louis was incredible was so turned on by his dark side. "Answer the question." He said as he squeezed my wrist tighter, and I winced a bit, but I didn't answer the question. "Were you trying to leave? Were you trying to run away from me?" He asked, and I felt his nails digging into my skin. I gave a small yelp of pain and then he was dragging me harshly by my arm down the hall again. He passed the room that I was staying in before and opened another door that was three doors down. He pushed me inside, and I couldn't see a thing. The room was completely dark. I began to breath faster because I've never been a big fan of the dark. I hated it. I didn't like what I couldn't see. I jumped as I felt a hand on my waist and my breath caught as I felt a surge of electricity run through me. I felt him pull me closer to him until my back was against his chest. His lips rubbed against my ear and he slowly whispered out "You can't leave, Harry. You're never gonna get away. I'm not gonna let you."

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