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."
"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."
My name's Marcel. Nerd. Poet. Teenage Loser. You think you know the real me, but you don't. I wish you could see the true me, but no one has cared enough to. Until she came. All rights go to _smilelikeniall (myself). Everything is written by me. No copyright intended. Please do not claim my words and/ or ideas as your...
Harry "Marcel" Styles is the kid that gets bullied each and every day in high school. His glasses take up the majority of his face, his clothes are constantly pleated to perfection, and his chance with girls has been a constant zero. One day he meets a girl who is the total opposite of himself. Dangerous, sexy, a thri...