Gone { Harry Styles AU fan fic }
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Harry Styles.
Nobody saw him.
Nobody heard from him.
Everybody thought he was dead. Gone.
Only Avery Black could see him, feel him, hear him.
Was he invisible?
Was she crazy?
No. He was real.
People thought he was gone, but he was always there...
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