Ghost [h.s]

Ghost [h.s]

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"Not everyone looks at me like you do," he says. I scoff. "Like I want to throw something at your face?" He leans in. "Like you want to kiss me and kill me in the same breath." - Cassandra Wilde is used to being invisible. That's what ghostwriters are paid to be. Quiet, compliant, and in the background while someone else takes the spotlight. But when she's pushed into co-writing an album with Harry Styles, her best friend's fake boyfriend and the last person she wants to work with, things get complicated. He's cocky, guarded, and way too good at getting under her skin. What starts as a battle of egos turns into something messier, and much harder to hide from the media, from their friends, and from themselves. She was supposed to be a ghost. But he's not letting her disappear that easily. - ghostwrite /ˈɡōs(t)rīt/ verb write (material) for someone else who is the named author. - most impressive ranks: #1 in harrystyles #1 in styles #7 in rockstar !! Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content !!
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Deceptive {H.S}

"Why do you care?" he asks. But it's not soft. It's sharp, defensive, like he's already bracing for the answer. I want to tell him the truth. Because you saved me. Because you're the only one who makes me feel real. Because if you fall apart, I don't know what happens to the rest of us. Instead, I just say, "Maybe I want to understand." He scoffs, no humor in it. "You don't. Trust me." Silence stretches between us. Then he steps forward, close enough that I can see the way his hands won't stop shaking. "You already know too much," he says, voice low. "More than you ever should've." I don't look away. "Then tell me the rest." He shakes his head. "It's not your place. You don't get to ask." "But I am asking." He exhales sharply. "Jesus, Lily. This isn't a story with a clean ending. I'm not a mystery. I'm a goddamn warning sign. I'm dangerous." I flinch, but I don't move. And that pisses him off more. He takes a step back like he's going to leave, then pauses. His eyes flick to my jacket. In one quick motion, he reaches in and pulls out the burner phone. "I think this belongs to me," he says, tone sharp but quiet. No accusation. Just fact. I don't respond. Just watch as he slips it into his pocket, like closing a door I wasn't supposed to open. He looks at me for one long second, jaw clenched. "Go home," he says again, this time like a warning. And this time, I believe him. He crushes the cigarette under his boot, turns his back, and walks down the alley, leaving me standing in the dark. - Lily didn't ask to be assigned to him. Harry Styles is a name whispered like a warning, famous for his ink, infamous for everything else. Brooding. Untouchable. But Lily has a habit of looking too closely. And when she finds something she shouldn't, the line between curiosity and consequence begins to blur. He told her to stay away. She should've listened. - TW: emotional abuse, manipulation, drugs, sex, violence, trauma.

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