Background Noise [HS]

Background Noise [HS]

  • WpView
    LECTURAS 301,931
  • WpVote
    Votos 12,901
  • WpPart
    Partes 35
WpMetadataReadContinúa9h 13m
WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación dom, ene 2, 2022
WpInfo
Fanfic
1Direction
Harry Styles
Violet falls infatuated with a man by the stage name of Styles. He wears black jeans and battered boots always, rotating between t-shirts and frilly shirts. He has the unsteadiest of hands, for he puts everything he has into hitting the high notes and less into breathing. He is the embodiment of everything a singer should be; beautiful, captivating. Within the walls of his home, away from Club 102, Harry struggles to get by. He is broken, all shaky hands and fingertips stained blue from too many nights spent in the shower, clutching at soaked denim. He is but the shadow of a man that used to be, and never would be again. Violet falls in love with a man by the name of Harry Styles. It is undeniable; he loves her. But it isn't enough. Cover by: @milkystyles
Todos los derechos reservados
#175
harrystylesfanfic
WpChevronRight
Únete a la comunidad narrativa más grandeObtén recomendaciones personalizadas de historias, guarda tus favoritas en tu biblioteca, y comenta y vota para hacer crecer tu comunidad.
Illustration

Quizás también te guste

  • Entwine | H.S
  • Introspective Strangers [h.s.]
  • RED ROOM [H.S]
  • Bereft (h.s)
  • The Weeks Between • HS
  • DESIRE | Harry Styles AU (completed ✓)
  • Meet Me in the Hallway (HS AU)
  • Evie | H.S |

Will Sienna Moretti kill Harry Styles... or fall for the monster who shattered her world? A story of intoxicating desire, all consuming love and merciless deceit. Secrets rot beneath silk suits and sharpened smiles. Entwine • verb: wind or twist together; interweave. - The words die in my throat when I hear an obnoxious noise ring out from behind me. Clapping. I push on my crutches, shifting to turn around. My eyes are met with a man-clad in a black suit-standing a few feet away from me, white hot seeing range pulses through every fibre of my being at the sight of him. Harry Styles. His green eyes pierce into mine, a cocky smirk plastered on his face, clapping his palms with a cigarette rested between his index and forefinger while he leant against a tree. "If I thought putting Vincent in the ground would make you this fragile," he drawls, voice dripping with venom as he places the cigarette between his lips. "I would've done it sooner."

Más detalles
WpActionLinkPautas de Contenido