From Behind a Screen

From Behind a Screen

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Harry Styles
What if you met someone online and really liked them? For six months, you thought you were getting to know someone. But what if that someone wasn't who they said they were? What if that someone was Harry Styles? Join Kristy, a naive 20 year old college student from Florida, as she navigates her way through a story of betrayal, confusion and potential love. Will she forgive Harry and learn to trust again? Or will everything she hoped for be crushed? Find out in "From Behind A Screen." *Warning: Possible strong language & other content that may offend some readers. You've been warned.*
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