𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐫𝐤 || 𝓗.𝓢

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

Remember this is a SECOND PART. The first part is California. You cam find it on my profile.

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"What are you-" I swallowed hard, pushing down the knot that menaced to form in my throat and shaking my head no "You know what? I don't care. Go back where you came from, Harry." saying his name was bittersweet, a movement my lips have missed and a burden my heart had been carrying. 

I turned around, and begun to walk. Water rained over my head making the clothes stick to my body in the most uncomfortable of ways. It never rained like this in California. 

"I came back." his grip on my wrist held me back, but even after he tried, I didn't turn around. I knew that could be a dangerous thing to do. "I came back for you." 

"And why do such thing?" The irony in my voice was sharp; meant to hurt. 

"Because I love you. I did it back then, I do right now, I forever will." he was breaking, behind me I could hear his voice on the verge of desperation. 

And that was just about enough for me. It had been enough a long time ago. 

I turned around, looked into the emerald eyes I had cried for, months ago, and felt my heart shrink in a hatred as big as anything I had ever felt. 

"Well, too bad I never did."

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Gwen Danvers had gone through a lot, not to say everything. Her summer started off with the crack that would eventually lead to the collapsing of life like she knew it. 

Her family falling apart, her friendships dissolving into thin air, her heart being ripped mercilessly out of her chest, leaving an endless void for it. But that happened in California. That was left three thousand, nine hundred and twenty-eight kilometers behind. 

This was the city of opportunities, where Cara Solis ceased to exist, and Gwen Danvers was born in her place. She was a new self. One year of high school left to be over with in that dumb boarding school and then off she was to live her life the way she pleased to. The moment the bell rang at the end of that school year, she was out for the Paris Opera Ballet. Not a doubt in her mind. That was the only thing that mattered and nothing, no one, was getting in her way. 

Harry Styles was a stain that she had promised to clean. Harry Styles was not a mistake she was ever going to trip over again. Harry Styles was California. 

And this? Well, this is New York.

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IMPORTANT: This is the second book to a duology. I recomend reading the first one before diving into this adventure. You can find it under the name of California in my profile.

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