Petrified (a punk harry styles fanfic)
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  • Reads 425,067
  • Votes 9,153
  • Parts 39
  • Time 2h 44m
Complete, First published Nov 08, 2013
"Who is he?"

"He's trouble. I hate trouble. I hate him."

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This story is mine. You may not copy it and take credit for it. If you want to make a tradiction please ask permission first or I WILL find you. Thank you and I love you all.

This was my first fanfic that I actually completed and didn't delete so please don't judge my sad writing skillz.

Enjoy the story and get your tissues ready.
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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."