He read the piece of paper left on his pillow, his heart sinking as he realised what it entailed. 'I have to go Harry, I can't tell you why, it won't be forever... I'll come back for you one day.' The words left him cold and numb. He had seen them before, little did he know he would see them again... Harry Styles wa...
Story about a banana man who tries to capture a British boy band, one direction.
{NOTE: Unfortunately, I'm discontinuing this story, meaning I am no longer updating this. It's just old and I'm not proud of it. Sorry for any inconvenience. Violet} (P.S.: Looking back at this. Not happy.)
"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."
