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Harry Styles came into my life like lightning in the darkness. He was beautiful and brilliant, jagged and white-hot. I was drawn to him as I'd never been to anything or anyone in my life. I craved his touch like a drug, even knowing it would weaken me. I was flawed and damaged, and he opened those cracks in me so easily. Harry knew. He had demons of his own. And we would become the mirrors that reflected each other's most private wounds and desires. The bonds of his love transformed me, even as I prayed that the torment of our pasts didn't tear us apart... This story is not mine, I found this story on wordpress, i believe i have read it here too, but it is too good to not have it here on Wattpad. All credits and rights go to the original writer of the book
Chapter 1
