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."
He says he's fifty shades of fucked-up and she knows that too. But still, there is something about him that pulls her in. She can't stay away, even when she knows what he really is and the fact that he is not capable of love. He knows what he is dragging her into, yet he doesn't let go, because he's addicted to her. S...