Torn (A One Direction Fan Fic)

Torn (A One Direction Fan Fic)

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Simple, but effective. Effective to make me blush. You would think I’d get used to this by now, but no, I haven’t and I think I would never be. I love the way he makes me feel. The way he makes me blush with the small, sweet things he does. The way he never fails to make me laugh to all the stupid things he did. The way he makes me smile with just a text from him and how he makes me feel content just having him beside me. I was interrupted with my trance by pairs of arms surrounding me. Not one, not two, not, three, not four, but five. Five people whom I never thought in my life I would meet, nor like. Especially to be friends with them and more importantly, be in a relationship with one of them. Hi, my name's Callie Anabel Rose. Yes, like the flower. I get that all the time. No siblings but I want an older brother, badly. Brown hair, emerald eyes. Yes, like Harry Styles' but I don't like him, I mean the band called One Direction. But unfortunately, I get to spend a week with them, then a month, then a year, then maybe even forever. And maybe, just maybe, someone might fall in love with me in the band, OR THREE. Join me as I experience happiness, jealousy, sadness, love triangles, heart breaks and love itself. Copyright © 2012 All Rights Reserved (Completed: June 14, 2012)
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“What the hell are you doing?” I spat at Zayn. He just pulled away from her to look at me. “Get your hands away from my sister.” “Harry I’m so sorry-” “Oh really I’m your sister now?” She spat getting up and marching right up to me. “Why the hell are you making out with Zayn?” I yelled. “Why the hell are you in my room?” She asked. “Get out.” she walked back to Zayn. “You two stay away from each other you hear me?” “Sure Harry.” She laughed at me. Zayn didn’t know what to do. “I’m serious-” “You don’t get to decide my life Harry.” She declared. . . . . . . . Let’s start at the beginning so this all makes sense.......

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