Dandelion (Niall Horan Fanfiction)
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A dandelion is a white flower that represents purity, fragileness, and intelligence, which is everything that can represent Katherine Night. Just like a dandelion's petals will be destroyed with one faint blow of air, Katherine will too fall apart from the smallest things, especially when she finds out she has to tutor the one who teased her throughout the majority of her high school years, Niall Horan.
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