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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A Dark Harry Styles fanfiction ----- "I'm so wrong for you, Elena," he groans, biting my earlobe and breathing heavily. "So fucking wrong." And he is, he so fucking is. "You hate me, Elena. You hate me, you always have and you always will. I kidnapped you, I raped you, and you have to fucking hate me." Harry sucks on the gentle skin of my neck and licks the length of my jaw and I whimper at the delicious scruffiness of his tongue. And as much as I wish it did, it doesn't feel wrong at all. It feels just right. "Tell me you hate me, Elena." He's breathless and his voice is demanding, but once again I'm left with no words. Instead, I grab his face in between my hands and kiss his forehead. Because no matter what, I really can't hate him right now. Maybe not ever. ------- Warning this Story contains Mature content, Strong Language, Eating disorders. Readers advised! Credit goes to KathrynBarbie! Copyright© All Rights Reserved®

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