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I was taken from my home. I knew this day would come. My ex would continue to try and keep me when I no longer wanted to be with him. He took me to London in the country. I got to go to my dream school that was the only good part till I met Him. Harry Styles. I told him what was going on and he saved me. Now I love him and I don't know if he feels the same

"What's your favourite word?" I ask quickly, hoping to ease the tension building between us-though I think I'm the only one who feels it. He pauses for a moment, his gaze focused on his thumb still gently tracing circles on my hand. Without looking back up at me, he responds, his voice soft, barely above a whisper: "You." // Clover has always dreamed of a fresh start, so when she moves to Seattle with her best friend, Maycen, for university, she's excited for the adventure ahead. It's there that she meets Harry, a charming, enigmatic man who quickly captivates her heart. When Clover stumbles upon a terrifying secret, it uncovers a shocking truth that threatens everything she thought she knew about the people she loves. Clover finds herself trapped in a dangerous game with no way out. Crimson Angel is a dark, suspenseful tale of friendship, love, and deception, where nothing is as it seems, and the people closest to you might be the ones who will bring you the most harm. (Dark/Mature Content/Harry Styles Fan Fiction/LHH)

I looked up at him, unsure of what just happened. I saw the blood glistening off of his gold H ring as he pushed my hair out of my face, scanning my eyes, making sure I was okay. "You should go back inside and find your friends. Go home and lock your doors." He said as he turned to walk away. "Wait!" I said weakly. He reached the end of the ally and turned around. "I don't even know your name." He paused, his eyes locking on mine before simply saying, "I'm Harry." then turning back around and disappearing into the night. WARNING: This book contains mature and adult themes, like violence, drug use, sexual assault, and other possibly triggering topics. Read at your own risk. - My twitter is @chlox1d, make sure you follow to stay updated! Happy reading :)

Blame Styles. I mean, I don't blame Harry for the death of my mother or sister or the fact I had a few psychotic boyfriends back then... But I blame him for everything else. I blame him for always trying to "protect me". I blame him for always making me laugh even when I don't want to. I blame him for a lot. But I blame him more for protecting me from my own demons. Maybe if it weren't for Harry, or myself, neither of us would be here right now. So I guess there is one blame I can't pin on him. Or maybe I can... Well- I blame both of us for falling for each other. So much has happened. But love conquers all... right? *Some inspiration on small parts from FeelsDepartment on Instagram*

"You've changed Harry! What happened to that sweet loving boy that would make me laugh, not cry!" I sobbed. "People change, I'm not that innocent boy anymore baby girl, didn't you see how vulnerable I was, huh? DID YOU?!" He shouted making me flinch. "H-Harry please!" I begged tears still streaming down my face. I just wanted him to be like how he was before. Innocent. ~~~~~~~~ Everyone starts of Innocent. But then they start to change. Just like Harry did.

The sound if the gun blasted through my ears hitting the only person I have ever loved... Honestly the first few chapters suck but hence the reason why I'm editing. I am working hard on this book even with school so I hope you enjoy it. This is my first book so it's not the best but towards the newer chapters they get longer and I guess better. Hope you enjoy (: Correction all the chapters suck read at your own risk lmao

❝I loved him, but it was a rotten love. A love pushed well past its expiration date. It was ugly and sour and spiteful and disgusting. It was hopeless...it was unsalvageable. And we both got to the point where we both knew it was over but we played dumb, half in denial, half waiting for the other person to speak up, all the while wondering: which could be worse? To be trash, or the one who takes out the trash? And in the end, it really didn't matter. It hurts all the same.❞ {BASED ON THE MOVIE, SIX YEARS.} ALL RIGHTS RESERVED | 2017 FUCKERINGS

“It was all a mistake. Just forget it ever happened. Leave me alone and don’t bother talking to me ever again.”85 letters. 21 words. 3 sentences… echoed in my mind all the time. Just 21 simple words had changed everything for me. It’s a little sad, isn’t it? I don’t need anyone feeling sorry for me though. I hated how the voice who’d forced those words out made me completely melt. I’d do anything just to hear the deepness and rasp of the voice one last time. The same voice that had killed all my happiness had also made me the happiest person alive. It’s so weird how a person can change so quickly without any regret. Who is this person you might say? I’m sure everyone in the world knows him…but I knew him before all of the fame. I knew the real him…but who is the “real” him anymore? Does he even remember the poor girl he broke 4 years ago? Probably not. I really believed the fame wouldn’t mess with his true self. I guess I was wrong for thinking he was different. I know all of you think he’s so sweet and innocent. How could he ever do anything wrong? I don’t blame you, but you have to remember that looks can be deceiving. I can’t give in, no matter how cute he is. No matter how much history we have…or had. Even though the guy I still love but hate is…Harry Styles.

harry was just like any other boy his age. Sure he didn't have many friends but at least he had one. One friend was good enough for him. He was happy with this friend but the other kids treated him as a freak. harry didn't understand why. A part of him thought that it was because he was so different from others but it didn't matter. As long as he was with his friend, he knew everything was going to be alright. At least harry thought everything was going to be alright. He remembered being out on the yard playing with his friend. He remembered a black car driving up to his house. He remembered his parents both crying in each others arms. He remembered being taken to the hospital. harry wasn't sick. He didn't have to be in hospital. There was absolutely nothing wrong with him. He went to school just like every other kid, he did his work just like everyone else, he even did his chores with minimal complain. But there was one problem. That friend wasn't real.