Harry's 3rd nipple looked at me. I looked at it. Then I cried more.
His nipple came up to me and pet my back. It can't talk because it's a nipple but I think if it could talk it would tell me it's okay and that James whomstve is a binch.
I looked into the nipples nipple and hugged it. We cuddled for a bit. Then Harry walked in.
"Ello. I heard about James. I'm sorry y/n u are much better for my nipple"
"Thanks Barry it means the world."
"My name is Harry"
I cried
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Smokie Mirrors
Fanfiction∆a Harry styles third nipple romance ∆ she was a bad girl, rad girl it was a nipple
