solivagant [h.s]

solivagant [h.s]

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Harry Styles
We build our lives with memories. We induce them by breathing out every second. Your memories can't be held captured inside your head and you to think life will play out nice with them forever kept inside. We take memories for granted and the most dearest could be long lost with every thought pushing its way inside your head. Forgotten memories. Lost memories. That's what it will be one day when your life decide to make a change. Isabella Fear lost the most dearest thing in life. She took everything for granted and lost it all. She lost her memory. Now she lives a life trying to find her way back to the long lost. It will be rough. It will be heartbreaking. It will be endearing. It will be her new story finding her way back to the old one. And to help her on the way back is this boy, a breathtaking mischievous heartbreaking boy whose name is Harry Styles
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You would be surprised how much only two words could affect you. He said them with great confidence and a hint of something that made the hair on the back of my neck stand straight. It made me want to call all my friends and family and have them enrolled in the Witness Protection Program. His hands went to my hips, fingers digging deep into my skin; keeping me in place. I kept telling him to stop, let me go, to leave me alone. But he would just smirk or laugh as his friends would have to repeat themselves to me once more, "He's always got what he wants." I don't care if he has. I mean who would? After many squirming sessions and my annoyed pleads, he finally let me go. I walked through the restaurant doors and sat at the booth my friends were at. Maybe I should ask my friends if they know him? But I only know his first name, Louis. Who is this Louis character? It doesn't matter, it's not like I'll ever see him again. #1 FOR PUNK LOUIS TOMLINSON !!

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