Secret Identity (Haylor)
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Secret Identity (Haylor)
We all do very well know Harry Styles, the charming brunette mop of curls with green eyes. And who doesn't know that he's in the band One Direction?
But do people know something they don't?
What they don't know is that when he doesn't do his band duties, he's part of the mobs of paparazzi's. Yes, paparazzi. Those who bug you, takes candids of you 24/7, and especially those who make up stories about you when you're in a relationship.
He's not just any pap, he's a pap who follows the one and only Taylor Swift, his ex girlfriend.
Harry has no doubt that he's in love with her. Their breakup is something he regrets truly. He dated the most amazing woman in the world and they let it all go.
Like a pap, he stalks her. Not for made up stories, but for love. He thinks that the only way to see Taylor is for him to see her.
Taylor is unaware of all this of course.
But could Harry keep this secret from her together with his secret identity?
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