When I first saw him. I hated her for being near him. Never in a million years did I have a chance with him, until I saw him again. The next morning in my bed.
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That body. Ohhhh that body. Why does he move so perfectly? Like he knows what I need without a me even mumbling a world. He makes it as if he has made love to millions of women but is around for me alone at this very moment. Why can he do that?
My mother was very alarmed when Harry walked downstairs into the living room in his boxers. Very amusing I suppose. Not for Harry. Mother beat him with a broom into his car, even after I told her. She scolded me. "Why?!?" She asked I had no clue and I was fine. Because I had made love to Harry Styles and that was enough for me.
"Mom!" I was so angry with her. The one boy to actual give me the time of day and she beats him and sends him away! What kind of madness is that! My mother is a fool. An idiot. A ninny. My poor father, no wonder he left us. Harry though. He was perfection. He's abs... The 'v' he has leading to his perfection... That could use some grooming but otherwise, turned me on thinking about it
Enough of this thinking. Harry needs an explanation for being beaten and pushed away after everything he gave and took last night. My poor Harry. My poor poor Harry.
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