"I never understood what love was really like but I felt for the first time looking in your eyes." "So now you're just quoting one of your songs." She crossed her arms and leaned on her, now, smoking and half burning car. "I don't have to quote it." I said closing the gap between us. "Beacause I wrote it... and now I know that that is meant for you and only you." "Why just now, Harry?" "I was busy being with all the wrong girls." I cupped her cheeks with my left hand while the other was slowly snaking itself around her waist. "And you're out being with all the wrong twats." ~ Annaliese, or as everyone calls her, Ana, was not your typical seventeen year old girl. Yeah she does normal teen stuff but it's the crowd around her that makes her extraordinary. Ana Lopez was never the so called 'the-apple-of-Harry's-eye' just the 'delicate peice if flower' among all the thorns called 'men'. Neither of them planned anything to be more than 'JUST' best friends. But maybe, just maybe, it's the stereotypical stuff about being bestfriends was what happened to have brought them together. Too big of a risk? That would've been the understatement of the century. How much can one sacrifice for them to have their happily ever after? But will there ever be a happily ever after? He's Harold Edward Styles and this is the story of how he fell truly, madly. deeply in love with his bestfriend. 'Paper Roses' By: HeyItsVia ® All Rights Reserved
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