Déjà Vu | h.s.

Déjà Vu | h.s.

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As a young girl, Jacquelyn Meadows had a best friend, Harry Styles. One night his abusive father pushes him to hard, leading to his own suicide at the age of 11. As much as it heart Jack, the trauma affected her so deeply that it led to a cause of childhood traumatic amnesia. She forgets everything, though she sometimes has suspicious dreams. One day she runs into a pretty boy with chocolate curls and gorgeous green eyes. Little by little he affects her life in ways she never knew was possible. But he has to hide his secret from her to protect her. Family drama, childhood trauma, and newfound love all play a roll in the most insane realization that Jacquelyn will ever have: her new boyfriend is not the man she thought he was. - I also posted this story on ArchiveOfOurOwn. My username is cloudlarrents there.
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My heart was beating and adrenaline was running through my body at a thousand miles per second. My hand wrapped around the door knob, but then I was pulled back painfully by my arm. I was whipped around and was face to face with a pissed off Louis. "Where do you think you're going, love?" He asked, and I gulped at how dark his voice sounded. The sane part of me was absolutley terrified of it, and I didn't like it, but the part of me that thought Louis was incredible was so turned on by his dark side. "Answer the question." He said as he squeezed my wrist tighter, and I winced a bit, but I didn't answer the question. "Were you trying to leave? Were you trying to run away from me?" He asked, and I felt his nails digging into my skin. I gave a small yelp of pain and then he was dragging me harshly by my arm down the hall again. He passed the room that I was staying in before and opened another door that was three doors down. He pushed me inside, and I couldn't see a thing. The room was completely dark. I began to breath faster because I've never been a big fan of the dark. I hated it. I didn't like what I couldn't see. I jumped as I felt a hand on my waist and my breath caught as I felt a surge of electricity run through me. I felt him pull me closer to him until my back was against his chest. His lips rubbed against my ear and he slowly whispered out "You can't leave, Harry. You're never gonna get away. I'm not gonna let you."

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