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JUMP //Harry Styles

JUMP //Harry Styles

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Harry Styles
"Just close your eyes and let yourself go." These words from him were enough to make Rose weak. Rose, a french student of 19 years old, was sent to London's Royal Ballet School to improve her knowlege about dance. She was just fascinated by everything about classical dance and capturing the muscle movements, the grace of every move. She used to dance until one evening, she was dancing with a partner during a representation of "Le Casse-Noisette", but as she was about to jump into her partners arms, the traumatizing event that nearly cost her life happened. She now has been scarred for life and doesn't want to wear her dancing shoes ever again. That was when she hadn't met Harry Styles. He simply chaged her life for the best and the worse...
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The world finds odd ways to put people together. For them, it was PR. ~ She walked along the shore, the humid air, feeling much colder next to the beach. She shut her eyes and stood there, letting the sound of crashing waves overtake every single thought in her minds, ironically, silencing the bustling thoughts. She felt peaceful. He noticed a girl walking just a few feet ahead of him. At first, his thought was that it could be her but it didn't seem that way. The closer he went the more different the person looked. He let out a sigh of lost conviction. He felt hopeless. His footing must've been horrible as he slipped over a rock and tumbled forward, a little gasp of shock leaving his lips. The unexpected rustling behind her, made her face the intrusion. Noticing the man on his knees, she went over to him, lending a helping hand. He noticed a very familiar ring covered hand stick out towards him. He didn't think much of it as he held it to stand up. Why did it feel like home? ~

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