Man in a printed suit.

Man in a printed suit.

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(An Harry Styles fanfiction.) "Who would have thought that the cry baby of Los Angeles is dating Harry Styles? But now it's forreal. I can say that he is mine." YN(Your Name), is a 30 year old woman. A plain and normal girl from a town in Los Angeles. She's a virgin and doesn't have love interest. Not until one time he made a lie. I mean, a one big lie. That she's Harry Styles fiancée. Harry Styles, same with her age. A business man, old boybander and famous darling from UK. How could she ask Harry to pretend as his fiancée? Would Harry will allow it? What will happened to her plans? *** This story is a fanfiction. All the characters and events in this story was all in my imagination. So everything you'll read is my opinions. So if you doesn't like this DON'T READ this story. It's fine. Well, if you liked it. THANK YOU! I hope you enjoy! x
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"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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