Tormented Contentment

Tormented. That’s what he is: a tormented, devilish soul.

His green eyes are inhumane, its sparkle deceiving when it locks on you. His dark curls are disgustingly beautiful, alluring you to your end. Need I mention the way he curls his perfectly pink, plump lips? It invites you to a rendezvous you do NOT want to be a part of.

He was my personal hell on Earth. His name?

Harry Styles.