My phone rang at least a good thirty times in the last ten minutes. Ugh. I mean honestly, Harry went way too far with that.
I'm nothing like Taylor. She's a bitch. She's greedy and annoying.
I checked my phone and my screen was full of text messages from Harry.
I'm sorry baby.
I didn't mean it.
I was just angry!
Please answer me!
God damn it!
Answer your fucking phone!
I swear to God.
Baby, I'm sorry.
He's so bipolar. One minute he's sweet and caring, and the next he's angry and close to hitting me.
This night has been the worst.
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How's this guys? The next chapter is gonna be what happened a few hours before!
XOXO
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Harry Styles Imagines
Fanfiction"You know how I feel about you. I've wrote you letters and poems, wrote up songs, and I've even tweeted about you. You just won't let your true feelings come out." Fantasies about a goofy, green eyed, curly haired boy.
