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Mr Styles
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*Written by Kangaroo* Moree was a typical 15 year old who loved playing sport. She had a lot of hobbies but her mother doesn't let Moree go out. She's classified as a 'slut' according to her mum, Kerry. Her dad died of cancer just before Moree was born after he died everything went downhill. Kerry turned into an alcoholic and started to let her anger out at Moree. That poor innocent girl doesn't deserve any of this. Moree, e very day had to cover bruises and cuts with her mother's old foundation. The poor15-year-old didn't have a pleasant teenager life. She also gets bullied by these girls at school. Her only friend was Anthony, he was a football player for their school. When she's about to give up, this gorgeous math teacher, Mr Styles came in and they were too close, I'll just say that ;)
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Mia McIntosh was just a student at secondary school with perfect grades... especially in Maths, but only since the most gorgeous man took over as her teacher after her old one retired. Mr Styles. He was gorgeous, he had dazzling emerald eyes, a perfect crooked smile that made her weak at the knees, and his voice... oh my god his voice! So deep, so raspy. He is perfect and after attempting to get closer to him by getting help with her work every single lesson, he was no longer her teacher... but something more. Her life was never going to be the same again, and she knew it. They both did. AN: I hate myself.

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