Watch Out (a Harry Styles fanfiction)
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Last published Mon, Jun 23, 2014
His touch is like fire, dangerous, and leaving a mark wherever his bare skin touches mine. I only hope it can be like this forever, but deep inside I know it will all have to come to an end, either happy or sad.
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