Same Mistakes (A Harry Styles Fanfiction) On Hold

Same Mistakes (A Harry Styles Fanfiction) On Hold

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Harry Styles
Again, and again, and again. I fall for it every time. His velvety soft words. Those green eyes, that pull you in and trap you inside. Making you love him. He has done it again. But that's what he's know for right? I did it to her again. I'm stupid, this time she won't come back. It's not like it's utterly my fault. They had threatened me, I couldn't just crush the dreams of my 4 bandmates. Could I? No, it was the right thing to do, Harry, they worked hard. You don't want them to loose it all beacuse of you. I hope she'll still love me. But what will happen if I tell her the truth? What happens to the dream?
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“What the hell are you doing?” I spat at Zayn. He just pulled away from her to look at me. “Get your hands away from my sister.” “Harry I’m so sorry-” “Oh really I’m your sister now?” She spat getting up and marching right up to me. “Why the hell are you making out with Zayn?” I yelled. “Why the hell are you in my room?” She asked. “Get out.” she walked back to Zayn. “You two stay away from each other you hear me?” “Sure Harry.” She laughed at me. Zayn didn’t know what to do. “I’m serious-” “You don’t get to decide my life Harry.” She declared. . . . . . . . Let’s start at the beginning so this all makes sense.......

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