Give Me Love (Harry Styles AU)
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I felt his breath on my neck as his arm wrapped around my waist, "You're scared of me." he chuckled darkly. I let out a shaky breath and pushed against his chest, "You're very intimidating, but not scary." I lied easily as I avoided his eyes. His hand reached under my shirt as he placed his hand over where my heart was beating hard against my chest, "You sure about that?"
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Raelynn Kinsley was onto her 8th move, and it was one she wasn't going to get used to. As she found herself caught up in the danger that was Harry Styles; she began to unravel answers to questions she wish she never asked.
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