Bad Boy Styles (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Bad Boy Styles (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

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Harry Styles
"I won't fall in love with you. I don't even care for you." Harry whispered into my ear. "How about we play a little game, Styles?" I reply smugly pushing on his chest. "Like those cliche, books?" He scoffs. "Don't underestimate them. I'm going to make you regret this." Tracing my finger on his neck down to his arm. He pushes me up against the wall, one arm behind me and the other on my chin. He brings his head around to my neck softly rubbing his lips on me as he talked. "You're gonna get hurt, Jennifer." "You don't even know what I'm capable of, or who I really am. If anyone, it's you." I spoke pushing him against the wall. "Nice trick sweetheart, but you don't know me either." He spoke softer as I kissed the side of his neck slowly making him moan. "Let the games begin, bad boy."
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***completed*** NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Harry Styles. The strange one. The freak. The one who was too kind for his own good, trapped in a world where his job was to bring people pain. Sophia 'Spice' Winters. The dancer. The stripper. The one who who trapped in a world where her job was to provide men with nothing but pleasure. -- "What don't you understand?" Harry seethed, his hands gripping the roots of his hair. "I'm not the good guy here, Sophia. I'm bad, everything about me is fucking bad." Harry looked as if he was about to rip his hair out, his wild eyes shinning with madness. He looked unhinged, raw and angry. It should of frightened me. That look alone should of been enough to send me running. He didn't look like the shy man I first met. He looked...crazy. His fingers were coated in red, stained with the blood of another. He didn't seem to care though. "If I was you Sophia, I would run away. Run as far away as you possibly can, because I promise you...An evil part of me won't let you go, and I hate myself for that. I want you to run away, to a place that I can't ever find you. You'll be safe that way."

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