Roommates // h.s.
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  • LẦN ĐỌC 174,252
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  • Các Phần 53
  • Thời gian 8h 57m
Hoàn tất, Đăng lần đầu thg 4 17, 2014
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“You,” he scoffed. “You don’t believe in love.” He looked astounded, as if this news was most unpredictable.

I paused, replying as monotone as my voice could muster, “I believe in love. I just don’t desire it. It’s destructive. It ruins people.” 

His brow shot up, surprised by my answer.

“Don’t tell me you’re a romantic,” I laughed. His posture grew tensed and he morphed back into the asshole I’d met a few days before.

“No,” he stated. But surprising me too, he voiced the words I never dreamed him uttering, “But I think love is beautiful.”

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A hop, skip, and an ocean away, Annelie Mills arrives in London, attempting to run away from her past. With a job offer and a place to stay by her overbearing family, she feels she can flee from her afflicted past. Not wanting to impose on her relatives, and eager to get on her own feet, Annelie searches for a roommate, and she finds one in the introverted, mysterious, and unusually intriguing asshole, Harry Styles. Laced with drama, laughs, and newfound happiness, Annelie tries to build a new life, but will it fall to pieces?

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