"For you."
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Last published Mon, Apr 27, 2015
Aryn Hills is a prissy girl. A paradox, if you will. To those who supposedly 'know' her, she's a loud, popular, party girl with a killer sense of fashion. To anyone outside of her close friendships, she seems cold and, for lack of better words, a flat out bitch. But neither are particularly true. Harry Styles is an overall well liked guy. A cliché of the kindhearted popular boy. To everyone, even his best friends, Harry with his cool demeanor is known to be the type to watch and listen rather than talk. His motto? To never judge someone by first impressions. And for Aryn, it was the breath of fresh air she needed.
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