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All I've ever had were my looks. My parents had no problem passing down the high cheek bones and long eyelash genes, but they had trouble doing other things. Like supplying food, money, shelter, you know the basics. Oh they had jobs alright, family just wasn't their first priority. Drugs were. Once I turned 18 I ran away and while searching for a job I got an offer I couldn't turn down. The manager of One Direction offered me the job of being Harry Styles girlfriend. Well, at the time, I had no idea who this 'One Direction' was, but that didn't matter to me. The pay was what mattered, and it was A LOT. Seriously they were gonna pay me to date a guy, which seemed unreal. But once I met the guy, I realized why it was considered a 'job'. Because it was probably going to be the hardest job I'd ever have..
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Mistakes

"Harry.. I just can't do this anymore.. It's not working between us." I slowly whispered to him. "What!? How can you say that? Things have been going great? Have.. have I done something?" He almost sobbed. "No no, it's not you.. It it's me. I just have to go." "No. Please don't do this. I.. I love you Abby." "I'm sorry Harry." I turned away from him and tried to get out as quickly as I could. I ran out the door and broke down crying. I just couldn't do this to him, it would ruin his career and his life. I slowly walked out his apartment building and past the few teenage girls waiting outside. One of them noticed me and shouted "It's Abby! Abby Holloway!" I started to run and got to my car before too many people noticed me. I just sat there for a while and cried. I knew what I did to Harry wasn't fair, but how could I tell him I was pregnant? He's only 22 years old and I didn't want him throwing away his life for me.

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