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Bittersweet

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Reads 84,431
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Parts 21
Time 1h 42m

The boy from the coffee shop wasn't something that you would call a regret but it was certainly not meant to turn into a giant mess. Who knew that the first conversation you would have was about 2% milk and the last one before you left would be about how Harry loved you. Running away from your feeling isn't the best option but you couldn't face it, not yet. There are all these things that shouldn't have happened, yet somehow they slotted in together. Maybe not perfectly, but they did. In the end, you were happy it happened. The small bumps made it all worth it in the end and showed that you could get through it all.    GERMAN TRANSLATION: http://www.wattpad.com/story/12398687-bittersweet (wattpad user JustMackle)All Rights Reserved

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