Harry Styles was my best friend. Harry Styles killed me. Harry Styles got away with it. Harry Styles was about to become haunted. Harry Styles was going to wish he were dead.
Hayley Peterson, an odinary girl. Harry Styles, not an ordinary boy. Harry's got a 'player' rep that he needs to shake off. What's he to do? Solution: Fake girlfriend. ~*~ “Why don’t you like me?” “Cause you’re a prick.” “You don’t know that, you barley know me.” “It’s a vibe you give off Harry.” “Ohh” He looked down...