Chapter 1:
Guess I should have known better. I knew from the beginning that he was destined to break me. He had that look in his eyes, eyes that you could risk the world for. And I did, risk it. In the end, it was just me, alone, on graffitied bench in Paris, the night on the eve of the New Year.
We started as friends, just friends. But that was a lie that no one seemed to believe, not even me. I think I always knew that. Somewhere along the lines, the boy that I met at some lame party meant more to me than anyone ever had.
He was different. True.
He was kind. True.
He was stupidly selfish. True.
He was uncontrollably spontaneous. True.
He was the only one I loved. True.
He was mine. False.
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The Girl in the Faded Polaroid H.S (Harry Styles)
Fanfic"Run as fast as you can. He'll destroy you" But good girls always fall for bad boys they can never have.
