Stuck | Harry Styles Fan Fiction

Stuck | Harry Styles Fan Fiction

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"You know, some days I feel like I should just move on. Get it over with. Let it go and keep living the life I made up for myself. It took some hard work to build up you know? Then something similar to a title wave hits me in the face and I just feel, I don't want to." "One of these days you will start to. You can't get over things like this that easy. It takes time. People talk about letting go, like it's something you do just snap like that. But I think it's like pulling the petals of a flower while mouthing 'Love me, love me not'. It's something you do in steps."
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Love. War. Lies. Nothing stays buried. Emersyn escaped once. But freedom comes with scars, and the past has a way of bleeding through the cracks. As secrets unravel and loyalties fracture, she's forced to decide who she can trust in a world built on betrayal. And Harry Styles, the only person who felt like safety, might be the one who costs her everything. When it comes down to him or her, survival or sacrifice, she knows one thing: She's not making the wrong choice this time. * "Then help me understand." The room tilts. My breath is ragged, his face too close, that quiet demand pulling the ground out from under me. Neither of us moves. There's an inch between us that feels like a cliff edge, almost like one wrong step will send us both over. "I hate you," I whisper, the words tasting like blood and truth. His jaw tightens, and his eyes drag over my face like he's memorizing every line, every crack I swore I'd never let him see. The silence stretches thin; my pulse is hammering so loud it drowns out the world. "Good," he mutters finally, voice rough. **** Started: 1/14/2025 Ended: TBD **** (Cover credit @antiheroics16)

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