I remember the very first time that I saw him. My car broke down, so I had to walk home from my shift at the hospital. It was raining, heavily, and it was dark. There were many people on the street, but one seemed to catch my attention. He was tall, broad, and didn't seem to mind the rain. He didn't even seem to notice it. While other people were shielding from the rain, using umbrella's and keeping their head down, he walked calm and determined through the rain. It was one of those situations where you saw a person and immediately become curious, yet you know that you won't ever see them again. Or so I thought. Little did I know that this guy, who I later learned his name was Harry Styles, wouldn't leave my mind. Little did I know that this love would devastate me. But little did I know he was my Home.
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Fanfiction''Home; A word that means something different to each person who uses it. A person's home can be the place where they live, the place they grew up, or the place where the people they care about live. In the case of some people, home is a variable co...
