WA$TED ✮ H.S.

Rain hit the pavement in slow, cold drops while camera flashes lit the street like lightning. She shoved through the crowd toward the back entrance of the club, already irritated that his security had nearly knocked her to the ground.

"Careful," a familiar voice drawled behind her. "Wouldn't want you ending up in tomorrow's headlines."

She turned sharply to find him leaning against the brick wall, cigarette smoke curling into the neon-pink glow above his head. Harry Styles - arrogant, exhausted, and somehow still devastating enough to make people destroy themselves over him.

"You think the world revolves around you, don't you?" she snapped.

His mouth twitched like he almost smiled.

Another camera flash burst between them.

She stepped closer anyway. "One day these headlines are gonna destroy you."

Harry looked down at her for a long second, expression unreadable.

"Maybe," he said quietly. "But they'll ruin you first."

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Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and potentially distressing themes, including substance abuse, addiction, volatile relationships, emotional conflict, strong language, violence, and sexual content.