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I sat with my gloved hands clamped over my mouth. I was shaking. About fifty thoughts started forming in my mind at the same time, each one dying before it sprang to life, and then I was left with nothing at all in my brain except the moving picture in front of me, the real gif.   Him. Harry Styles. Hazza. Harreh. My Harry. Zayn's Harry. One half of Zarry. Harry freaking Styles in this pub. Harry Freaking Styles in this pub and walking towards me. Walking towards me now. And smiling. And -

And where the fuck was Skyla??? 

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