Sympathy for the Devil | harry styles

Angela Johnson had tasted the real life- and hers was painful and hard. Because of what she had been through, she became a quiet and closed with only two friends.
Little did she know that the biggest mistake of her life would be the decision to move to London and go to school there.
Because her life would get even harder when she started to feel sympathy for the devil.
Harry Styles.

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She looked down at her lap, but then felt his lips close to her ear. Breath hot on her cold flesh, the goosebumps on Angela's skin rose to attention.

"Do you believe in devils or angels?" His voice was low and dark, frightening her.

Angela just shrugged, not finding any strength to speak.

"You should definitely start to believe in devils. Because one of them is sitting right next to you, Angel," he whispered, lightly brushed his soft lips across her earlobe, barely touching the delicate skin.