Shelter - harry styles

Shelter - harry styles

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It was a really stormy night when Sarah was walking home from work. She worked at a local bar that wasn't more than two blocks away from where she lived. She heard whimpering from a dark alleyway that caught her attention. She started walks towards the noise. "Hello? Is anyone there? I won't hurt you. I'm here to help." She said getting closer. She got no response back and it was really dark to the point where she couldn't see anything anymore. She took out her flashlight and turned it on looking around. She noticed something or someone laying on the floor covered with wet newspaper shivering because of the cold. "Oh my god." She said to her self covering her mouth. She bent down shaking whoever was there. "What?! Who are you?!" The man pushed her away. "I don't have anything! Please don't hurt me!" "I won't hurt you, don't worry. I came to help you." "What are you gonna do with me?" "I'll take you to my home for the night. Its a big storm and you need shelter."
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"We don't belong together...you deserve someone better. I can't be with you anymore, we're not a good match," you sniffle and James resists the urge to kiss your tears away. Beside your head, his hands clench into fists against the wooden walls. "Say it to my face then, look into my eyes and tell me you don't love me anymore - that you don't want me anymore," "James..." You muster up the courage but your voice still comes out, somewhat, shaky, "I-I don't want to be with you anymore," his expression remains steely and cold, the fierce glint of resolve in his eyes, unrelenting, "I don't love you anymore..." "I don't, at least, make you feel good?" "No." He doesn't respond, instead, he keeps you pressed against the wall and manoeuvres his face to rest beside your ear, his husky voice weakening your knees "Are you sure about that?" he snakes his hands around your waist to press his fingers into your lower back. Under his touch, you suppress a whimper of relief as his massaging motions ease some strain in your back. [nsfw oneshot]

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