Harry Styles was known to be ruthless, merciless, and tough in the ring. He basically lived at the gym, always there, training and working hard to defeat his next opponent.
After being too old to stay at the orphanage, Harry was sent packing to live...
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When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives.
- Lauren Eden
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Eveleigh's POV
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Before
Watching Harry walk out of the bathroom and hearing the front door shut, signaling his departure, I let out a silent sigh, my wet, naked body shivering from the cold in the air before I quickly jump back into my shower. Turning the temperature slightly hotter, I massage my scalp and feel my eyes flutter closed as I remember Harry's hands in my hair.
His love was brutal and unmerciful, but I loved every second of it.
After a few minutes under the relaxing water and making sure I'm squeaky clean, I turn it off and step out to grab my towel. Wiping myself down and getting dressed in my pajamas, I begin to brush my hair.
Combing through the wet tangles, I hum to myself softly before I hear an earth shattering crash downstairs.
Freezing immediately, a chill runs through my bones as I raise a trembling hand to cover my mouth to hide my shaky breaths. Tiptoeing out of the room, I peek out of the bedroom for any sigh of life.
