pookieeeexo
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I don't know why I fell for him. He'd made my life a living hell since we were 7th graders. Maybe it was the way he ran his large hands through his curly brown hair. Or, maybe it was how his eyes seemed to shine as bright as the stars when his smiled that perfect dimpled smile. Maybe it was his cute little end-zone dances. I don't know. Maybe I'll never know, but I'm aching to know. Maybe it was his sweet moments. How he'd wrap his strong arms around my waist and hold me close. How he'd whisper soothing nothing's in my ear, as we lay under the stars. Either way, I loved him. God, I loved him. I fell for him. I fell for Harry Styles. My Bully.