SEVEN
It's been seven weeks since the truth.
I've avoided seeing him for seven weeks.
It is currently seven in the morning.
I have seven unread texts from Harry.
Also seven missed calls from him too.
Seven is my unlucky number this week.
That stupid, dumb, retarded unlucky number seven.
A/N - gonna be updating a lot more because it's summer
-xo natalie
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different | h.s
Short Story"Why do you even like me?" I whispered barely audible. "Because you're different, and I like different," He answered. Different | Harry Styles © 2015 | all rights reserved. @njhvibes
