Terrible Things (Harry Styles Love Story)
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Diana is quiet, loud, shy, fragile, and strong all at the same time. Over the amount of years that she's been on this earth, she's been an open book - vulnerable to everyone's rude comments and odd looks... But it wasn't like that up until about two years ago. Two years ago, everything spiraled down brought her into a... dark place. Now, she holds a secret that she hopes no one finds out. And she almost makes it without anyone finding out... until him. Harry Edward Styles. No one really knows where he came from. He sort of just popped up, and ever since, he's been consuming her every thought. And she needs to get him out of her head before he gets so close that it basically kills her. (the lyrics when you first start reading, are the lyrics to the song that the title came from. You can skip that if you choose)
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Til the End of Time
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Unraveled [h.s]
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Deceptive {H.S}
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Heist [ H.S ]
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"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!
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