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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝟎.𝟑𝐤 𝐍𝐁: 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞
February 2014
“Mari?” Y/N said, looking up at the ladder that led up to the loft. The hatch was open, making it possible for her to look right up and into the dimly lit loft that was filled with boxes and furniture the Montes family did not have use for any longer. She glanced around her to see if her sister was anywhere in the first storey, but nowhere that she could tell. However, she had seen Marcela’s shoes downstairs so she had to be there somewhere. She gripped the ladder and slowly started climbing up to the loft.
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𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝟏.𝟓𝐊 𝐍𝐁: 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭
Wednesday, 26 September 2018
Humming along to Todo Carinho as it played softly from her laptop in her room, Y/N wrote her notes from today’s Shakespeare Phenomenon seminar onto a Word document. She wanted to keep all her notes with her if she were to study someplace else, so writing them onto a document on her laptop was something that worked really well for her. It also gave her the chance to write everything over a second time, making her go through everything and remember it. This was something she had started doing late in her second semester of the first year, but it had worked so well then that Y/N had just continued. Now, even though it would take her quite some time, she would do this after every seminar or lecture just so she could feel like she genuinely knew what was going on.
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HARRY STYLES | GOLDEN (BEHIND THE SCENES)
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Beauty Papers ✗ Harry Edward Styles
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𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝟐.𝟓𝐤 𝐍𝐁: 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥, 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭
January 2014
“Now,” Harry said as they reached his house. “I don’t want you to be scared.”
“Why would I be scared?”
“’Cause mum can be… well, she can be a handful.”
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Sorry this took me so long to get up 🙈It was a mix of being busy and also never being 100% satisfied with it. I’m pretty sure I spent more time editing this chapter than I did actually writing it lol but a lot happens (which is why it’s so long im sorry) and I’ve never really written so much action before (so im also sorry if it’s bad) but I just wanted to make sure it was at least decent ndkkjvfr anyway, thank you for reading if you do! i appreciate it 🖤
♠︎ warnings: death, violence, mentions of suicide, abuse, alcohol use, blood, sexual content
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She’s running. She knows because her lungs are burning and the bottom of her feet are thrashed but she doesn’t stop. Doesn’t stop because if she does, it will be over. She can hear them shouting her name, can feel the rope around her wrists as if it’s still tied to her. She can see a figure up ahead and she runs faster toward it, toward salvation.
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Follow along this reader x harry styles mini-series. I love feedback, likes, reblogs, and questions! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy.
disclaimer: the following is purely a work of fiction. all character likenesses, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. An asterisk denotes mature content.
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Table of Contents:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2 *
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7 *
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 9 ½
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 11 ½
Chapter 12 *
Chapter 13
Chapter 13, two
Chapter 13, three
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
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𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝟔.𝟔𝐤 𝐍𝐁: 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭
Thursday, 13 September 2018
Y/N felt weird. She had felt like this most days over the past three months. It was as if her body was restless, wanting to do something that her head did not know what was, and so she had found herself walking about her house in Nottingham, trying to find an answer somewhere that had never revealed itself. Sometimes, she looked out at the front of the house as if waiting for something or someone. Maybe Marcela would show herself again, maybe Finian or Kit would drive up and explain everything. But nothing happened. Nothing at all.
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