It's been a month.
It's been two months.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Seven.
Eight.
Nine.
Ten.
Ten months have passed and everything seems gray. The sun doesn't seem as bright as it used to. The grass not as green and the colors of the spring flowers don't seem as vibrant. It's been ten months now, but it feels like an eternity. Time moves slower nowadays and no matter what I do I can't make it move faster. I'm not alive anymore I'm just living. Walking in a world that shows no mercy even to the most innocent. I don't talk to anyone anymore. All my 'friends' left me because I was too 'dull' and 'dramatic'. I still have Harry though, but he's not here. I mean he's here, but he's not here. He's better than I am, tries to get me to talk or do something. I know he loves me, but he'd be better off if he didn't. Of course I love him, but he deserves better, someone who can actually take care of his child. I want to open up more, I just can't.
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The Virginity Thief
RomanceWhere Harry Styles, a part time drug dealer, he needs to care for his sickly ill mother who has lung cancer, is dared to take Taylor Swift's virginity. The person who dared him is willing to pay him $1,989. He accepts, of course, even though he is...
