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DEADLY GAME †

MysteriousHunter

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Reads 71
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Parts 2
Time 8m

MysteriousHunter

"Oh hey, Harvie. Long time no see, it's been a while since you've visited the shop. So what's up?" Bob asked. I smiled as I made my way towards him.
"Nothing special. . . I just wanted to have a tattoo" I smiled.
"Last year you got your belly button pierced that made your dad kick you out of the house, now, you wanted to a have a tattoo. Tell me, are you -?" He chuckled.
"Well that was when I was fifteen" I retorted.
"but that was a year ago" he pointed.
"UGH. Please, Bob! c'mon!" I whined.
"nuh-uh" he shook his head with crossed arms.
-"C'mon Bob, pleeeeease?"
. . . .
"Ugh, Fine. What and where?" He finally gave in.
"YEY! and oh, 'Harry Styles' written on my back, please..." I smiled.


"Wait. WHAT? Harry?!"

... "Yeah, what? what about him?"
"ARE YOU CRAZY?!"
.... "Noo..."
"ARE YOU DRUNK?!"
.. "noPe"
" No, please don't tell me you're high?"
... "Of course not"
"Then why?"
... "Oh, like you don't know me"All Rights Reserved

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"So, Wednesday, it says here that you've been singing for a long time. I find it hard to believe that you've only just been discovered; your thoughts on that?" The blonde interviewer asked me, dipping the microphone towards me. "I've been singing for years. My brother and I were forced into going to lessons together when our parents discovered that we could hold a tune, so I thank them a lot for my success, but it doesn't bother me that I've only recently been discovered. Of course, it's a dream come true, but if this time hadn't worked, then I would have picked myself up and started climbing again." I answered truthfully. "Those are some very inspiring words, Miss Styles." The blonde smiled then looked down at her papers. "And speaking of your last name, it must help having the same name as the famous boy band member, Harry Styles, almost a blessing." She laughed, microphone returning in front of me. My jaw tightened momentarily. I chuckled humourlessly. "I wouldn't say that; more of a curse." I said in a bored fashion, not really interested in talking about the famous boy. She cocked a perfectly shaped eyebrow at me, smile slipping of her face. "A curse..? Why would that be?" She asked, pushing the microphone closer to me further than she had before. I sighed, realising I had just bad mouthed a celebrity. Figuring that now was as good as a time as any. "....Because he's my brother."

Dark (Harry Styles) Fan Fiction by CelebrityGeek

"Harry." I begged. I fisted the front of his t shirt between my fingers; the sharp pain intensified as his teeth grazed the skin. His breathy laugh fanned over the area as I desperately struggled against the male's hold before he continued to draw blood to the surface. The sensation was somewhat eased with the attention of his soft lips. But Harry wouldn't allow me that comfort for long, nipping hungrily at my neck with his teeth. I gasped when his tongue licked over the newly sensitive skin, planting a few kisses. He blew over the sloppy wet spot, igniting a chill through my entirety. Harry stepped back smirking as I yanked my arm from his large hand. My fingers drifted up to my neck, sucking in a sharp breath when I dabbed over the sore spot. I whimpered in fright as he drew closer. "You're mine now." He spoke in a hushed tone.

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