Pacific breeze felt in London. It seems as if the city was plunged into a dream ... Only a few people dare to break this "night" atmosphere. Most likely it love or people who want to be alone with his thoughts. But there are others, like this lovely girl..
"Let go of me, Styles!" The girl shouts until the young man tries to stop her.
"Just stay, Ankatrin! Why do you do this? We both was good friends. What's a problem communicate now?" Harry can't let her go.
"What?!" Ankatrin stops. "If we communicated it was three years old! And do you remember it now? Seriosly?" she grins "Listen to me, you chose me instead of whores. And you can't touch me your dirty hands. Are you understand me? And now... fuck off, please" Ankatrin turn back and go to her motorbike.
And it's always repeating. Three years. And their problem is pride. Only pride.
PoV Ankatrin
Oh, Styles is an idiot, he can't leave me alone. What he want to do? Oh, I don't know. Just want to kill him now.
'Hey, what's happening?' ask me a girl.
'Styles' just I say, but the girl understand me. 'Don't say something like 'again?' or 'when is it ending?' I know. But... He began it. Don't know what he want' I look at my friend and sit on my bike.
Amilia don't say anything. She just look at me, but sit on the bike with me.
'Where are we going to go?' say Amilia.
'Hm.. Go to my home, OK?'
'Yeah'
I smile and drive my bike.
But all my thinks was about Styles. Fucking idiot Styles...
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Teen FictionUsually city. Usually school. But.. there are not usually people. One way is Amilia Braun. Girl, who never listen to anybody. Another way is Niall Horan. Boy, who called king of school. And everything will be able to leave this, but strange Mr.X'll...
