White Daisy // h.s.

I take a step back, my heart racing in my chest. "You think you control me?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady, but I feel the fear setting in. This is real, and it's hard to ignore.

He moves closer, and I freeze. "Control is a funny thing," he says, a smile playing across his lips. "You think you're in control, but every choice you make, every move you make, I've figured it out. You're playing my game. You just don't know the rules yet."

I try to walk away but I am trapped - trapped by him, trapped by the thoughts racing through my mind, trying to understand how did I let him get so close.

"You think you're in charge?" he asks, his voice low and quiet, almost smiling. "You're wrong, Isla. The moment you saw me your fate was sealed."

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"I am the person your mother warned you about when you were a little girl," he mutters, shoving a crumpled fag between his lips. "And she was right."

dark!harry styles au

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