"Harry, who this new lover of yours?" I heard one of the paparazzi say to him as he broke the kiss.
"Harry, please answer this question." I heard them repeat again. All we were doing was standing in the elevator, hand in hand, looking out at the thousands of screaming girls wanting to get down Harry's pants. That's all teenage girls really thought about I guess.
"Her name is Sasha. And I do not need to tell you anything else." Harry sounds really irritated. I feel somewhat intimidated by his comment but when he gave me a look out if the corner of his eye I figured everything was going to be okay.
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Determined
Fanfiction19 year old Sasha, finds out just what she should of done when she stumbled into HIS room that day. Can she handle the rollercoaster ride that is just starting?
