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  • LECTURAS 192
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  • Partes 4
  • Hora 11m
Continúa, Has publicado mar 01, 2014
Prologue:

Harry was the perfect boyfriend: handsome, kind, and fun.

He and Taylor always loved each other. From growing up together, to finally dating at the ages of fourteen and fifteen. They were perfect for each other.

After many long years of dating, their love grew and so did the intimacy causing their relationship to take a turn for the worst.

Harry was so talented and he could go so far; everyone saw it but him. He adored Taylor, convinced that she was the one that he would spend the rest of his life with. He was sure nothing could possibly go wrong. And Taylor had the perfect life; she was a smart girl who had a lot going for her - a loving family who always supported her no matter what and a perfect boyfriend of two years who she was madly in love with.

But what happens when Taylor finds out that she is pregnant, mealy at the age of sixteen? She refused to tell Harry anything at all about the baby, she couldn’t destroy his life like that; his dreams of becoming famous would have been ripped away from him. She couldn’t be the one that held him down, after all she was the one that cared for him the most.

So instead of confronting him and her problems, she did what most would do; ran away from them. Taylor and her family packed and moved away as soon as she told her parents. Leaving Harry with a simple goodbye and no explanation. Both were left heart broken.

Years later, he has still not gotten over her. She never once left his mind, not even for a second. He tried to fill the empty space that she left behind, dating girl after girl, trying to replace her. But this only caused him to build up a bad reputation as “the womanizer.” The paparazzi didn’t understand, neither did the fans.
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