You Make It Real (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction) {EDITING}

You Make It Real (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction) {EDITING}

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Excerpt: In that moment, nothing moved. Everything was silent. Except for him. He looked straight into my eyes as I nervously stood, unwilling to break my stare. His oversized hand seemed to move in slow motion as he pulled it to his mouth, lightly placing his palm over his chin, rubbing it slowly. Wow, he was sexy. Pictures and videos were enough to send me over the edge. But, standing there right in front of me, Harry never looked so good. I knew he was pretty tall, but nothing compared to what I saw from ten feet away. He removed his hand from his chin and moved it to his glorious hair and ran his long fingers through it seductively. Maybe the seductive part was on accident, but who fucking cared? He was perfect.
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Written by: Han-Rawr (I'll update when she does!! and I'm not the author I promise you that!) "i can tell you're to be a challenge." He almost growled. "I like that." Harry smirked. He dipped his head, nudging mine to the side before I felt his lips press to the skin of my neck. The ends of his curly hair tickled at my cheek. Harry reluctantly released one of my arms so he could hold the back of my head, preventing me from escaping. I instantly placed my free hand on his chest in protest, attempting to push him away as I felt him harshly suck. "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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