Christina's P.O.V. ~
"We're here. Christina. Christina. Christina. Christina. Babe. Babe. Babe. Babe. Baby. Baby. Baby. Baby. Woman. Woman. Woman. Woman. Sweetheart. Sweetheart. Sweetheart. Sweethea-"
"WHAT IS IT, HARRY?!" I yelled, laughing. Harry stared at me and laughed with me.
"We're here." He said, pointing outside. I looked out the window and smiled at the airport.
"You told me that you were born here in Spain, right?" He asked. I nodded.
I was naturally born in Spain, I stayed there until I was 4. But Then, me and my family had moved to London and never went back over there.
I missed Spain so much.
More than anything.
Spain was in my blood. I was the only one in my entire family that was born in Spain. Half of my family was born in New York, and the other half were born in Ireland.
I was finally here.
Right Where I belonged.
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I wont give up ( harry styles
أدب الهواةI just can’t take it anymore. All of the hate that I always get from people was really starting to bother me now. It’s just too painful to put up with. You may be wondering what I’m talking about right now, right? Well, you see, you have to know th...
