Unheard of. // - h.e.s

Unheard of. // - h.e.s

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Fanfic
Harry Styles
At school , Harry and Amelia had never even spoken to each other. They had always admired each other from afar. Harry loved her smile. The way it sparkled when she laughed. Amelia liked everything about Harry. His curly hair , his cheeky smile , and especially his voice. The way it would be raspy in first block from sleep. Amelia and Harry had been in school together since year one , but it had been 11 years and they still hadn't made a move. They just see each other as a distant crush. Until Amelia took a risk , at least.
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***completed*** NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Harry Styles. The strange one. The freak. The one who was too kind for his own good, trapped in a world where his job was to bring people pain. Sophia 'Spice' Winters. The dancer. The stripper. The one who who trapped in a world where her job was to provide men with nothing but pleasure. -- "What don't you understand?" Harry seethed, his hands gripping the roots of his hair. "I'm not the good guy here, Sophia. I'm bad, everything about me is fucking bad." Harry looked as if he was about to rip his hair out, his wild eyes shinning with madness. He looked unhinged, raw and angry. It should of frightened me. That look alone should of been enough to send me running. He didn't look like the shy man I first met. He looked...crazy. His fingers were coated in red, stained with the blood of another. He didn't seem to care though. "If I was you Sophia, I would run away. Run as far away as you possibly can, because I promise you...An evil part of me won't let you go, and I hate myself for that. I want you to run away, to a place that I can't ever find you. You'll be safe that way."

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