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It's Time
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Complete, First published Jan 09, 2014
Girl Class is a upcoming band in the finale on the X Factor, all their dreams are coming true. They are all determined on winning the show. But One Direction's Harry Styles finds himself quickly falling for a blonde haired beauty. Will Harry distract Girl Class member Lara and ruin their chances of winning? Or will Lara focus on her blossoming career?
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When He Was Mine (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

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When all of Lucy's best friends have boyfriends she's feeling down to say the least. There is one boy though, Harry Styles, who she is crazy about. Although he is just an ordinary school boy he is much more to her. Now she's starting year 11, her final year of school and seeing Harry. Will things start to blossom between them? If so, will having a relationship be everything she imagined it to be? Will it be as easy as it looks? But if not, will she get her heart broken like every other teenage girl in the world? Could Harry not be as perfect as she thinks? What will happen when he is hers? -'Was I really talking to him in a personal conversation?! The only time I'd ever spoken to him before was in a group chat with my friends. My heart was pounding in my chest and I was finding it hard to breathe. "Are you ok?" he asked touching my shoulder. I realised I hadn't answered his question. But how could I speak to him with his hand on my shoulder, I was in love with him.'-