"Sierra, you go with Harry Styles." I raised up my head at the words, giving my teacher an incredulous glance. "Do I really have to?" Was the only thing I managed to say. The teacher gave me an annoyed look. "Did you not understand? You go with Harry Styles." I turned my head to look at him. At the mention of his name...
Poetry is just what you love when you listen to a good piece of music.I hope you got it that same way as I do
"I'm yours," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "That's right." Then Harry's lips were pressed viciously onto mine. But this kiss wasn't about passion. No. It was about power. Harry wanted me to feel his power over me, and I did. With every gasp of breath, with every touch of his tongue, with every move he made...
