The Trust Bar (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction) (on hold)

White Horse

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    I just want to let every girl know you ARE beautiful. No matter what ANYONE says. You ARE beautiful. No matter who pushes you down, no matter how much you think you'r eugly, no matter what you think about yourself, you ARE beautiful. I can't even see you and I know you're beautiful. So pleaz believe me. I'm just here's something you need to remember. You're pretty, you're gorgeous, you're beautiful, you're amazing. The right guy will love you for who you are. Not for what your hair looks like, for what you're wearing, or for how much makeup you're wearing. He will like you for you! Don't believe what the haters say. They're just hating because they're jealous. Hater should be your motivators. I don't consider myself pretty, but I do look up to One Directions song What Makes You Beautiful. Every girl needs to know that they ARE beautiful. Don't forget that. I want this message to stick in your head. If you're reading this, pass on the message, tell all your girlfriends that they're beautiful, walk up a girl at school, invite her to sit with you, tell her she's pretty no matter what anyone thinks. Go and apologize to the person in your class that you bullied just to let at your anger out. Don't ignore what I'm saying, I want all these words to soak in. I want YOU and ANY other girl to know that they ARE beautiful. That they ARE special. That they DO mean something. God thinks you're pretty. God wants you to know you mean something to him. God spoke to me and told me to pass this message on to everyone who reads this, so if you read this pleaz, pleaz, pleaz don't ignore it, pass it on. You can ignore it, but let me tell you something if you ignore it, that;s a heck load of girls who will go their WHOLE life thinking they're ugly and that no one believes they're worth SOMETHING. If you're the person who does pass on this message, who does want every girl to know they're worth something, then PASS ON THE MESSAGE!!!! Take in the message yourself. I'm almost in tears while writing this because of how much I want you to believe me. So just go ahead, believe me. Don't ignore this, pass it. This is the end of my message. Go ahead and read chapter four.

   Taylor's P.O.V

 "I have another date with Harry tonight," I told Kayla when I walked into our dorm after meeting up with Liam, Harry, and Danielle. She was sitting on her bed painting her toes. She looked up and stared at me when I came in.

"You do?!?!?!?! That's awesome!!!!!!!!!" She jumped up and came over to hug me, but then stopped realizing her nails were wet. I just nodded and walked over ot my bed.

"Can we not go all out this time? Just like something simple, flat iron my hair, and just a little eyeshadow?"

"Yeah. What out fit?"

"I was thing like that strapless, layered, yellow tanktop and skinny jeans."

"CUTE! I think my fashion sense is rubbing off." She was talking shen she was wearing teal shorts with a white sweat shirt. Huh. "And what shoes?"

"Umm......" I plopped onto my bed and pondered through both of our shoes and which I could wear. "How about those black leather ones?" She looked at me curiously. "The ones with the open toes but then lace up to the ankle, they have sort of a heel."

"Oh those!" She walked to her closet and grabbed the shoes I was talking about. I nodded when she held them up. "Text Harry and ask him where you're going, because you don't need to break your feet walking around in heels."

"Ugh, he's probably going to say surprise again."

"Well, then you're not wearing those." She through the shoes back in her closet and walked to mine. "Let's see." She began scanning through my shoes. "What about these?" I looked at her. She was holding up a pair of flats that had a inch heel to it. They were black and white striped.