My beautiful nightmare (Larry Stylinson oneshot)

My beautiful nightmare (Larry Stylinson oneshot)

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Harry Styles
I don't know what I feel for him. I don't know if it's even right. One minute I'm so frightened by him..so petrified that my body refuses to obey the commands I give it through my mind. Then the next I'm so attracted I can't help but do things to him no one would want to know. God knows what I would've done if we were stuck in a room together. I know I wouldn't be able to resist him, but at the same time I know I would never want to even be near him. Everything about it makes me feel so demented, and I hate it. I hate it all. I hate the way his peach-pink-lips tug upward whenever he sees me. I hate how he makes me feel so giddy inside. But, I still think he's perfect. His forming biceps that move slowly as he carries heavy objects attracts me. His silky voice that can never leave my ears lingers through my head. Even when the flaws he has are unforgivable..I can't stop loving him. Hi, I'm Harry Styles, and Louis Tomlinson is my beautiful nightmare.
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I knew she was in trouble. I knew her life was nothing, but a train-wreck; A distaster waiting to explode. I knew she was in agony and I knew her soul consisted of haunting memories and malicious dreams of a man who once brought her immense torture. I knew she was hurting and that falling for her was the last thing I needed on my plate. But with each everlasting glance and with each passionate kiss, my heart never beat the same. Her essence was craved by my longing soul and nothing, even a psycho ex-boyfriend, could cease me from drowning in her eternal love. Every inch of my body flooded with lust for her touch. Every thought swarming around my head ached for her never ending affection. Every move and every word spoken involved the cherishing infatuation of her presence. I knew I would go through hell and back to make her mine and only mine. I wanted her. I needed her. I suspired nothing more than her latency and her body against mine. This was My Moment.

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