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Lifeline (by ohkd) // [h.s.]
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"Maybe that's just it though." She smiled at him gently, but her eyes were full of sadness. "The best was saved for last."
Harry knew this had been coming, he knew the consequences of his actions and
he knew how awful the universe could be sometimes, but he still couldn't pry his eyes away from her as they burned with tears.
"I don't know how to say goodbye to you."
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// ALL CREDITS GO TO OHKD ON ONEDIRECTIONFANFICTION.COM!!! // I read this story on there years ago before I found Wattpad but now since the site is now closed (for a while now I think), this story won't be read again :( This is one of my favorite fanfics and I knew I needed to share it with others. This is NOT MY STORY so I get no credit for anything. I am merely sharing this with others but all intellectual and creative property and all rights reserved are to ohkd.
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