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Insanity {H.styles}
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Ongoing, First published Sep 25, 2016
Mature
~S T O C K H O L M    S Y N D R O ME~
    
     Harry Styles had a horrific childhood that left him unable to cope with a 'normal' life as flashbacks and dreams keep bringing him back to a memory from when he was only 11 years old. 
    
    Harry later meets Kylie, a young girl who reminds him of what was once snached from him ten years ago. 
  
    Out of intense guilt he captures the girl he believed to belong to him and holds her captive for over two years.
    
  "Call me crazy but you're the only one who keeps me sane."
   
  
   W A R N I N G:
    This story will contain muture content such as sex scenes, bad language and might be triggering for some readers - if you have a problem with any of these then I suggest you don't read it.
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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."