When we're 19.
"Our deal was 19." Harry whispers, brushing our noes in bit of a playful manner. His dimples deepening from either side as a fair giggle left my mouth. "I'm yours."
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"Our deal was 19." Harry whispers, brushing our noes in bit of a playful manner. His dimples deepening from either side as a fair giggle left my mouth. "I'm yours."
What happens when you email Harry Styles for relationship advice...and he responds? Highest Ranking- #9 in Fanfiction
So guys, I write the worst imagines ever but If you still wanna read them, go ahead. Love ya.x.x