Sweet Filthy Love

Sweet Filthy Love

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You know how when you meet someone and they just already are the person they're meant to be ? That was Harry . Everyone on Earth knew one direction. He already was somebody , me not so much. Too many differences in my life but something call love joined us together .There many different types of love. Love that you can't get enough of . Love that clicks instantly. Love that fades away. He had loved for me , I only loved him with the idea of love. The love that blinds you , the love that makes you crazy. The sweet, but yet filthy love. Do not copy this story . Any translation or work what so Ever with this story please message me Karla_loves1D
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"You can call me when you're lonely. I'll be your temporary fix." Those were the words that he said to me and it was plain simple, he wanted nothing but sex and I wanted nothing more than too. I was the kind of girl who was too scared of falling in love again because I feel like there is something more in life than being mournful over a guy who never actually gave a hell. I deserve something more than pain and misery over a stupid heartbreak. Since then, I got too scared of commitment that I no longer wanted to be in one. I wanted fun and I wanted to feel like I am alive again. He was the kind of guy who was too busy for permanent relationships. The superstar that all women wanted to bang with. The kind of guy who would have any girls kneel down in front of him because well, he is that kind of guy. He was a guy with a hectic schedule, sold out world tours, drinking champagne in private jets, holding a mic in one hand and conquering all over the world on the other. Maybe I needed someone to show me how to live again and he needed someone to show him how to love. All Rights Reserved. 2015 Word count: 259,139

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