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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I knew she was in trouble. I knew her life was nothing, but a train-wreck; A distaster waiting to explode. I knew she was in agony and I knew her soul consisted of haunting memories and malicious dreams of a man who once brought her immense torture. I knew she was hurting and that falling for her was the last thing I needed on my plate. But with each everlasting glance and with each passionate kiss, my heart never beat the same. Her essence was craved by my longing soul and nothing, even a psycho ex-boyfriend, could cease me from drowning in her eternal love. Every inch of my body flooded with lust for her touch. Every thought swarming around my head ached for her never ending affection. Every move and every word spoken involved the cherishing infatuation of her presence. I knew I would go through hell and back to make her mine and only mine. I wanted her. I needed her. I suspired nothing more than her latency and her body against mine. This was My Moment.

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