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The Track Of My Tears
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Ongoing, First published Aug 05, 2014
So take a good look at my face

You'll see my smile looks out of place....

Harry Styles rolled over in his empty bed, he missed her. Her touch, her body next to his as they slept. Her laugh, her smile, sure he saw her but he couldn't bare to look at her for more then a minute, always fighting the urges to run up to her and hug her. He may put on a happy face when he was around people, but the truth was, he was lost without her.

If you look closer, it's easy to trace

The tracks of my tears...

Selena Gomez sat up in her bed, holding her knees to her chest. She had another dream about him. It was their first time all over again, how she longed to go back to that night, she was happy then. Happy and in love, and now she was alone.... alone in a cold dark room.

She felt empty inside without him, lonely, heartbroken, she just wanted to feel his warm arms wrapped around her again....

I need you......... I need you....

The sequel to, "Tragically Beautiful"
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I run faster and faster. He's going to catch me. I let out a very girly squeal as I feel two sets of arms grab me slowing me to a halt. "That is not fair!" I scream at the curly haired boy. He just chuckles letting go of me. "Yes it was. You never said I couldn't use other people." He shrugs. "It was implied. And he's training for the Olympics." "You're training." He states simply flipping his hair out of his eyes. "C'mon, we're going to be late." He grabs my wrist and starts pulling me down the street. "I really don't want to go." I whine while his grip doesn't falter but possibly gets tighter. "You really don't have a choice." He mumbles. "Since when have you cared about being punctual?" He's always the late one. "Since your job depends on it." And he's right. Maybe I should back up. I am Harry Styles' personal bodyguard. That doesn't really clear it up, does it? Well, this is what happened...