in which joelle d'amore is completing her final semester of university in the grand city of los angeles, california. when she finds herself in the presence of harry styles, a piercing man with dangerous agendas, she is permeated with fear. she saw something she shouldn't have and now she's fucked.
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He brushes my parted hair, tucking them behind my ears. I breathe in, surprised by the delicacy of his touch. Suddenly, I feel his thumbs trace underneath my jaw only to direct my head to tilt up. "Just because your fuck of a boyfriend couldn't appreciate you, doesn't mean nobody else would. If you think that, then you're full of shit."
"I-I don't think that," I tell him and I can feel it getting harder to breathe in the elevator shaft.
"Then what's the problem, angel?" He's asking, sliding his thumbs off my jaw to trail over my throat. I can feel his long fingers meet behind my neck. "Why are you comparing yourself to dolls for?"
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This is a Harry Styles AU Fan Fiction with no ties to Harry Styles or the rest of the boys in One Direction.
Story contains Mature and Explicit content.
CONTENT WARNING: This story contains mentions and/or descriptions of abuse, alcohol, assault, domestic violence, drugs, mental illness, sex, violence, and vulgar language.
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#1 in HARRYSTYLES
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#1 in LINE
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#1 in DARK
#1 in SEATTLE
#1 in 1D
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started jan. 20, 2021
completed aug. 1, 2022
TREASURE SERIES (1/3) Brinna Harper; a twenty-three year old publicist's assistant with too much fear and not enough self control. After working her way out of an abusive household, Brinna struggles to cope with her need for harmless fun. But even a few harmless thrills add up.
When she happens to stumble into a new Las Vegas night club, all morals and responsibilities crumble to the ground. There, she finds a new harmless thrill, one who goes by the name of Harry.
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"But you never crave a drug? Or alcohol? You don't run from your obligations to get a fix, right?" He softens his brows.
"That doesn't mean I'm not addicted to it, I keep going back."
He sighs, eyes flicking between my own. "I hate to break it to you, but that's called being in your twenties, Brinna."
I pout at his roundabout way of calling my worries ridiculous. "That's how addiction starts, I like it so much that I keep coming back for more until eventually I get hooked."
"Not everyone gets addicted. Your parents went through something horrible and found comfort in something they shouldn't have. You smoke a little weed and make out with your friend. There's a big difference," he says bluntly.
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