Sympathy for the Devil | harry styles

Sympathy for the Devil | harry styles

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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. ~*~ 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.
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"Come on, do it, curse, scream, yell at me, hit me, do whatever you have wanted to do all these years." He just stares at me, not doing anything. "Do something! I made a mistake, and I am paying for it, and as if watching you, letting go of yourself as I'm not able to do anything is not enough! I have to watch our friends suffer the consequences of my mistakes. Our friends are done with our bullshit, Harry. And quite frankly, so am I..." Silence. "Say something for God's sake!" I yell, and I look up just to see him with his head bowed down and his shoulders shaking as he sobs . This is all my fault. This is my mess. ... "I believe you, just like I should have from the start." He says gently, and I just cling on him more as I feel his warmth and hear his heartbeat. "Your heart is beating so fast..." I whisper as if it was a secret. "It's beating for you... Always for you, it never stopped beating for you."

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