Maybe it was his green eyes.
Maybe it was his curly hair.
Maybe it was his warm smile.
Maybe it was his raspy voice.
Or maybe it was just him.
Under the sky of cold Saturday morning, I met him.
I met Harry Styles.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
The Lost Edelweiss // h. styles [A.U] {DISCONTINUED}
FanficEdelweiss should've blossomed on a high mountain, not stuck in the valley of sorrow. Rated PG-13 Creative Commons (CC) April 2016 by plot-twister