Damaged
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Harry's POV She was beautiful. Her heart-shaped face, and her pointed chin. Her prominent cheek bones, and her hazel-green eyes, that reminded me of little brown orbs, filled with glistening emeralds. Her button nose, that I found absolutely adorable. The way her mouth always seemed to be in the shape of a half smile. Or maybe it was the way her hair fell perfectly, wavy to her sides. She was short, in fact she was tiny. Petite, is what you could call it. But perfect, all the same. She's so pure. So innocent. Which is why I could never touch her. I would simply destroy and damage this perfect girl. Cassie's POV He was obnoxious. He still is. In fact, I am convinced he will always be obnoxious. His round, yet slim looking face. His piercing green eyes, and skinny cheeks. His annoying smirk, and his messy curly hair, that never sits right. He has quite a muscular body, however it is covered in tattoos and piercings. Something, that I don't think I would ever go for. He's rude and he's arrogant. He's someone that always irritates me and just gets on my nerves. I simply cannot stand him. I would never touch him.
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You would be surprised how much only two words could affect you. He said them with great confidence and a hint of something that made the hair on the back of my neck stand straight. It made me want to call all my friends and family and have them enrolled in the Witness Protection Program. His hands went to my hips, fingers digging deep into my skin; keeping me in place. I kept telling him to stop, let me go, to leave me alone. But he would just smirk or laugh as his friends would have to repeat themselves to me once more, "He's always got what he wants." I don't care if he has. I mean who would? After many squirming sessions and my annoyed pleads, he finally let me go. I walked through the restaurant doors and sat at the booth my friends were at. Maybe I should ask my friends if they know him? But I only know his first name, Louis. Who is this Louis character? It doesn't matter, it's not like I'll ever see him again. #1 FOR PUNK LOUIS TOMLINSON !!

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