Long story - h.s.
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Deceptive {H.S}
"Why do you care?" he asks. But it's not soft. It's sharp, defensive, like he's already bracing for the answer. I want to tell him the truth. Because you saved me. Because you're the only one who makes me feel real. Because if you fall apart, I don't know what happens to the rest of us. Instead, I just say, "Maybe I want to understand." He scoffs, no humor in it. "You don't. Trust me." Silence stretches between us. Then he steps forward, close enough that I can see the way his hands won't stop shaking. "You already know too much," he says, voice low. "More than you ever should've." I don't look away. "Then tell me the rest." He shakes his head. "It's not your place. You don't get to ask." "But I am asking." He exhales sharply. "Jesus, Lily. This isn't a story with a clean ending. I'm not a mystery. I'm a goddamn warning sign. I'm dangerous." I flinch, but I don't move. And that pisses him off more. He takes a step back like he's going to leave, then pauses. His eyes flick to my jacket. In one quick motion, he reaches in and pulls out the burner phone. "I think this belongs to me," he says, tone sharp but quiet. No accusation. Just fact. I don't respond. Just watch as he slips it into his pocket, like closing a door I wasn't supposed to open. He looks at me for one long second, jaw clenched. "Go home," he says again, this time like a warning. And this time, I believe him. He crushes the cigarette under his boot, turns his back, and walks down the alley, leaving me standing in the dark. - Lily didn't ask to be assigned to him. Harry Styles is a name whispered like a warning, famous for his ink, infamous for everything else. Brooding. Untouchable. But Lily has a habit of looking too closely. And when she finds something she shouldn't, the line between curiosity and consequence begins to blur. He told her to stay away. She should've listened. - TW: emotional abuse, manipulation, drugs, sex, violence, trauma.Complete
Hollow (Harry Styles) #Wattys2016
I cupped her face in my hands, rubbing my thumbs in circles over her cheeks. She was having trouble finding words to describe what she felt, and I could relate. I loved her more than words could describe and telling her I loved her was almost an insult to my true feelings for her. My heart ached at just the thought of her not being with me. I honestly don't know what I would have done with myself if I had never went to that stupid party and met her. But, I have a feeling, we would have found each other, eventually. This love's too strong to ignore forever. Both of us had pieces of us missing, that neither of us were aware of until we met. We were like two puzzle pieces that finally connected. "I love you," I whispered, leaning my forehead against hers. "I love you more," she replied in a small whisper, her hand reaching up to caress my cheek while the other rested on my thigh. I shook my head, annoyed and charmed by the audacity she had to think that she could possibly love me more. "I love you most," I persisted, causing her head to moved away from mine as she looked into my eyes. "Always?" She questioned, her eyes unreadable for a moment before a flash of fear passed through. "Forever," I assured her and meaning it. We could live an entire lifetime or for eternity, and my love for her would never fade. It would only grow. There was nothing in this world that would ever change the way I loved her. My, Katarina.Complete![My Shoes (Harry Styles Fan- Fic) [Completed]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/10207334-256-k687428.jpg)
My Shoes (Harry Styles Fan- Fic) [Completed]
"So, Wednesday, it says here that you've been singing for a long time. I find it hard to believe that you've only just been discovered; your thoughts on that?" The blonde interviewer asked me, dipping the microphone towards me. "I've been singing for years. My brother and I were forced into going to lessons together when our parents discovered that we could hold a tune, so I thank them a lot for my success, but it doesn't bother me that I've only recently been discovered. Of course, it's a dream come true, but if this time hadn't worked, then I would have picked myself up and started climbing again." I answered truthfully. "Those are some very inspiring words, Miss Styles." The blonde smiled then looked down at her papers. "And speaking of your last name, it must help having the same name as the famous boy band member, Harry Styles, almost a blessing." She laughed, microphone returning in front of me. My jaw tightened momentarily. I chuckled humourlessly. "I wouldn't say that; more of a curse." I said in a bored fashion, not really interested in talking about the famous boy. She cocked a perfectly shaped eyebrow at me, smile slipping of her face. "A curse..? Why would that be?" She asked, pushing the microphone closer to me further than she had before. I sighed, realising I had just bad mouthed a celebrity. Figuring that now was as good as a time as any. "....Because he's my brother."Complete
My Long Lost Twin
"Now that you are moving out, we thought we would tell you... you're adopted," my mom said, holding my dad's hand. "Wha..." is all I could say. Every memory I had of growing up was with them. I sat there with my mouth agape. "Well, who are my real parents?" I finally said. "We aren't sure, we met them a long time ago, but we do know they live in the UK," my mom replied.Complete
Falling For The Curls
"I'm sorry for saying what I said but I'm not apologizing for my feelings. When you meet the one, you know. If you don't feel the same then that's okay but—" Before I could finish she pressed her lips against mine. Savoring the moment, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer to me. Her hands gripped my curls as our lips moved in sync. Smiling through the kiss, I shut my eyes and the familiar sensation rushed through me. When our lips parted we just stared at each other, no words. "I love you too." She whispered and smiled sheepishly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I believe in meeting the one and Mr Styles, you are the one."Complete![Self-Titled [Completed]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/151402092-256-k961621.jpg)
Self-Titled [Completed]
"You told me it was you and me for as long as I liked. I'd like forever, if you'd let me." A ten-part story inspired by Harry Styles' self-titled debut album. She was intrigued by him, never understanding how or why he ended up in this disgustingly sterile psych ward. She knew his name was Harry. That's it. He wanted to figure her out just as much. She was hiding something, something under her surface. She was a mystery he wouldn't allow to go unsolved. He took his chance and muttered five words that left her speechless: "Meet me in the hallway."Complete
"Why do you care?" he asks. But it's not soft. It's sharp, defensive, like he's already bracing for the answer. I want to tell him the truth. Because you saved me. Because you're the only one who makes me feel real. Because if you fall apart, I don't know what happens to the rest of us. Instead, I just say, "Maybe I want to understand." He scoffs, no humor in it. "You don't. Trust me." Silence stretches between us. Then he steps forward, close enough that I can see the way his hands won't stop shaking. "You already know too much," he says, voice low. "More than you ever should've." I don't look away. "Then tell me the rest." He shakes his head. "It's not your place. You don't get to ask." "But I am asking." He exhales sharply. "Jesus, Lily. This isn't a story with a clean ending. I'm not a mystery. I'm a goddamn warning sign. I'm dangerous." I flinch, but I don't move. And that pisses him off more. He takes a step back like he's going to leave, then pauses. His eyes flick to my jacket. In one quick motion, he reaches in and pulls out the burner phone. "I think this belongs to me," he says, tone sharp but quiet. No accusation. Just fact. I don't respond. Just watch as he slips it into his pocket, like closing a door I wasn't supposed to open. He looks at me for one long second, jaw clenched. "Go home," he says again, this time like a warning. And this time, I believe him. He crushes the cigarette under his boot, turns his back, and walks down the alley, leaving me standing in the dark. - Lily didn't ask to be assigned to him. Harry Styles is a name whispered like a warning, famous for his ink, infamous for everything else. Brooding. Untouchable. But Lily has a habit of looking too closely. And when she finds something she shouldn't, the line between curiosity and consequence begins to blur. He told her to stay away. She should've listened. - TW: emotional abuse, manipulation, drugs, sex, violence, trauma.
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