~Introduction~
I was an odd one--a woman, I mean. All the other ladies wore silly little caps over their bobbed hair, and enough makeup to be Indians in a western movie. They danced with any man they could, often using the men as sources of drinks, jewelry, and sex. But I could never do that. I guess I still had some of the well-mannered school girl coursing through my veins. It was something I would never give up. Other than the string of pearls around my neck and a few trinkets one would call trash, it was all I had left of my mother. For her, I would always keep my long blonde hair, my integrity, and I would NOT put on so much kohl that I looked like a raccoon.
At least that’s what I thought, before I met the catalyst of, the love of, and the end of my life, Harry Styles. He brought me to life and killed me in two weeks’ time.
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Take It & Run (Harry Styles)
FanfictionIt's the 1920s. Having left his home in England to pursue a life of crime in the city streets of America, Harry Styles is stumbled upon by none other than the one girl who needed his trouble the least. [Based off the song Take It & Run by Joe Jonas]