Saviour [Harry Styles]

Saviour [Harry Styles]

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I pick up the phone, checking the caller ID quickly before answering. "Echo? Hey, what's up?". At first there's no reply, only rapid breathing and muffled sobs, I can tell she's suppressing them with her hand "Echo??". My hearts racing, what's going on? I hear a loud thud come from the other end of the phone. "Please Harry, Help..." She chokes out. "Echo wha-". That's all I manage to get out, before a blood curdling scream escapes her lips and fills my ears, and then, nothing. The line goes dead. ---------------------------------------------------------- WARNING!!!! Violence, vulgar language and mature subject matter. Thank you to everyone who chooses to read this and supports me throughout the writing of this story. It's extremely appreciated. Please know that all characters and plot are mine. Harry is based off of Harry styles but only physical attributes since I do not know any of the boys. I doubt it happen but if anyone wants to translate this story please give me full credit. Hope you all enjoy the story xxx
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A few snippets so far: I felt naked in front of him. He's stripped me bare, pulled back my flesh, cracked open my rib cage to literally have my heart in his hands. He has the power to finish me off with one forceful squeeze or help hold all the pieces together while I work on mending and healing it. **** I take this time to breathe in the stale peacefulness of the room and wait for my body to properly wake up to get started with another day. My thoughts are soon abruptly stopped when I hear heavy breathing next to me, then I can feel the rise and fall of someone's chest and the heaviness of something wrapped around my torso. The imaginary glue in my eyes disappears as they open in a flash. To my utter disbelief and confusion, I find Harry sleeping...in my bed...with me. What, when how...what in the world is happening?! My internal panic worsens when I realize if he's here he saw the broken glass and blood in the room. FUCKING HELL! "Don't freak out, don't freak out," I talk out loud to myself but it's not fucking working. **** Last fucking chance to tell me I'm wrong and you're not hoeing around then sleep in my bed!" I say as harshly as I can. She doesn't say anything, doesn't even bat an eye at what I said. I pick up her phone on my nightstand and throw it at the closed door and watch her body tense up in anger. Her fists are white from how tightly she is clamping her fingers in her palm and her jaw is clenched. "You said it yourself, we're just friends. Friends don't act jealous like this," she quietly speaks. "I am not jealous; I couldn't give a fuck less. Have nothing to be jealous of." She takes a step back like I hit her, I can see her shattering right in front of me. "You know your way out. Get the fuck out of my apartment now," she walks over to grab her phone that bounced off the wall and walks out, she stops before she closes the door all the way.

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