Love Is...
The romantic mishaps of two people who just might be in love. Traces of libraries, bus stops, extreme embarrassment, and as much mushiness as possible.
The romantic mishaps of two people who just might be in love. Traces of libraries, bus stops, extreme embarrassment, and as much mushiness as possible.
Harry Styles isn't my father, he's my stepfather. Well ex-stepfather. My mother married him when I was 18, she was 36 and he was 20. Totally gross right? Little did I know that she was already knocked up when they got married. They were a happy little family while I was living with my ACTUAL father and going to colle...