Hot (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Hot (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

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Finally someone comes along who understands her. Finally he meets someone who waits for him. (Harry Styles/OC) *** "Afraid?" I shot back. My eyes dropped to his pink lips against my will. I looked back up and saw him smirking. "Hmmm," he hummed deeply, smirk dropping. His gaze face fell to my chest and slithered back to my eyes. It was hard to let out the breath I was holding. My face felt like it was on fire. He slowly brought his face closer to mine. I could see his long lashes framing his smoldering gaze. Harry’s pink tongue snuck out and wetted his lower lip before snaking over the top. "Afraid of my charm" he said, lips quirking up. I sighed deeply. Whatever moment it seemed like we were having was definitely broken. "Funny," I stated dryly and moved away from his open embrace. He dropped his raised lip, eyes blazing. *Disclaimer: This is not affiliated with One Direction in any way except in resemblance. The characters and story are mine otherwise. Enjoy :)*
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Love. War. Lies. Nothing stays buried. Emersyn escaped once. But freedom comes with scars, and the past has a way of bleeding through the cracks. As secrets unravel and loyalties fracture, she's forced to decide who she can trust in a world built on betrayal. And Harry Styles, the only person who felt like safety, might be the one who costs her everything. When it comes down to him or her, survival or sacrifice, she knows one thing: She's not making the wrong choice this time. * "Then help me understand." The room tilts. My breath is ragged, his face too close, that quiet demand pulling the ground out from under me. Neither of us moves. There's an inch between us that feels like a cliff edge, almost like one wrong step will send us both over. "I hate you," I whisper, the words tasting like blood and truth. His jaw tightens, and his eyes drag over my face like he's memorizing every line, every crack I swore I'd never let him see. The silence stretches thin; my pulse is hammering so loud it drowns out the world. "Good," he mutters finally, voice rough. **** Started: 1/14/2025 Ended: TBD **** (Cover credit @antiheroics16)

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