Only Angel [Harry's version] AU

Only Angel [Harry's version] AU

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This is a story about addiction. Not the kind you recover from - the kind you learn to camouflage. You don't beat it. You bury it. You dress it in tailored suits and charm, keep it quiet with money and distraction. You learn how to bleed in private. It's about the damage you do when you think you're in control. The lies you tell yourself. The people you lose. The numbness you chase when feeling anything feels like too much. It's not a redemption arc. It's a slow unraveling. Of memory. Of guilt. Of a man who thought he could outrun what made him. This isn't about love. It's about survival - and the things you destroy on the way there.
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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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