❝She always wears buns, doesn't she?❞
Harry Styles, quite a normal teenage boy seems to always notice something, or rather someone.
He always notices a girl. Around three-fifty in the afternoon, fifteen minutes after classes, he would go to his favorite store to get chips and somehow, he always has day to day encounters with the girl who rides along her bicycle and styles her hair in a bun.
Not much happens, as she also seems to notice Harry and they both stare at each other for a split second as Harry politely smiles at her.
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"She confuses me, and that makes me want to know her more." Harry tells his best friend, Louis.
"Who?"
"Miss Bun."
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