Please Don't (Harry Styles punk)
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Ongoing, First published Feb 11, 2014
Hi, I'm Leslie and I was walking to my friends house at 8:00 pm, when I was seen by the ONE DIRECTION GANG. Harry Styles, the leader who practically owns Los Angeles because every one is so scared of him took a liking to me, why would he like and innocent girl who has no life and has never been kissed, asked out or had a boyfriend. Then he marked me. Then he said " I own you, no more friends or family or anything except me. Everything you do is according to me. Your mine, only mine and I can do whatever I want to you." HOLY SHIZ is what I thought until...
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