"What are you running from Luna?"
Good question, beautiful stranger.
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What happens when famous musician Harry Styles falls head over heels for a college student, Luna Bennett, who is running from her past?
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How tf are we at chapter 50 already? I'm so confused but also proud of myself! :)
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I just started my classes again for this semester, so I definitely won't be posting everyday. Also, I apologize, I have some serious writer's-block right now so I've been trying to take the time to actually write good content, rather than quickly whip up something shitty. I appreciate your patience.
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Saturday, October 10th
I am startled awake by someone shaking me by my shoulders and the bright, golden sunlight streaming in from the window. The room was bathing in a warm, yellow glow and my little glass vases were twinkling from the sunshine on my dresser. "Wake up birthday bitch!!!!" Mack shrieks in my ear. Oh good Lord. "I got you something, my love!" She exclaims as she places a big gift bag on my bed. The turquoise bag was incredibly large, comically large, with white tissue paper littered with rainbow polka dots fanned out at the top.
I sit up slowly and stretch my arms out as I yawn. My eyes are squinted since they haven't adjusted to the warm light yet, and I shake my head at Mack's crazy amount of energy. "Mack, I love you dearly, but like, I just woke up. Can you please keep your voice down?" I mumble with a laugh.
She laughs and shakes her head, "No can do, honey. Today is a day that deserves to be celebrated!! It's already eight! You need to wake up and seize the day!" It's only 8:00, why is she acting like I've slept until noon? I love Mack so much, I've never met anyone as ridiculous and bubbly as her.
"Open my gift!" She instructs, clapping her hands together. The sound rings in my ear and I feel like I have a hangover from the way it echoes and bounces in my eardrum.
"You know you didn't have to get me anything, Mack," I complain as I open the bag to find the card. After reading the corny joke on the card and the sentimental note scribbled at the bottom by Mack, I pull her in for a hug, squeezing her tightly.
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