In London, you're 18, living with roommate Sam, simply surviving each day after a tough few years. Can the boys inject some joy into your life, while you restore normalcy to theirs?
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If we ever fall in love, let's never tell the world. The world tends to ruin beautiful things. So let it be our little secret. ________________________________
"What the hell is going on?" Sam's voice pulls me out of a groggy haze. My brain feels like it's wrapped in cotton from the night before.
"What?" I mumble, still half-asleep and struggling to catch up.
"Harry was seen with someone!" Sam practically shouts, eyes wide.
"Harry? Who's Harry? Is he someone you're seeing?" I ask, my words slurring together as I try to make sense of it all.
"I wish!" Sam plops down on my bed with an exasperated sigh. As I blink and sit up, Sam's eyes land on the hoodie I'm wearing. "Wait, whose hoodie is that?"
I glance down and realize I'm wrapped up in Harry's hoodie. "Oh, just an old one of mine," I say, attempting to sound chill about it.
"Okay, whatever," Sam says, though there's a clear note of disbelief in his voice. "But seriously, who is this Harry guy?"
I try to play it cool, but my curiosity is clearly winning. "Harry Styles?" I ask, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.
Sam's face lights up. "Yes! Harry Styles!" he says, practically bursting with excitement.
My eyes go wide, and I nearly choke as I sit up straight. "And what about him??" I croak out, my voice barely functioning.
"Look!" Sam shoves his phone into my hands. I grab it, heart racing as I start scrolling.
"Oh my God!" I gasp when I see a flood of tweets about Harry Styles being seen with a girl last night—aka me.
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"Wait, you know Harry Styles?" Sam's confusion is clear as he looks at me.
"Oh no, no, I don't... umm," I stammer, scratching my neck as I climb out of bed. "I just meant it as a joke. Like, 'OMG, I don't give a fuck,' you know?"
I hand Sam back his phone and start rummaging through my closet for something to wear.
"Oh, okay..." Sam replies, still looking a bit unsure.
