Harry's POV
I watched my Belle walk down the driveway and into the street, her blonde curls bouncing as she did so. I kept imagining her moaning softly as I kissed her neck. She was so pure, innocent, and beautiful. And she was all mine, and I couldn't believe it. All I wanted to do was spoil her and show her how much I love her, and show her off to the world. But I can't, because I know what we're doing is wrong. It's so wrong. But it feels right. I've never loved anything as much as I love my babygirl. She means everything to me. More than any nymphet ever has. She probably doesn't know that I've always liked younger girls, but she is my favourite out of all of them.
She was out of my view as soon as she turned the corner leading onto her street. I walked over to my bed and lay down. I could still smell her on my sheets, it was like she was still there.
I need her so much. I can't imagine living without her. But that's what I have to do, imagine her, her perfect little nose and lips, until she returns.
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Butterflies - H.S.
Fanfiction16 year old Annabelle Taylor falls in love with 27 year old Harry Styles: who just so happens to be the Priest at her Catholic Church. Inspired by Lana Del Rey's "Butterflies - Part 2" *AGE DIFFERENCE, MATURE CONTENT*
