Wistful Paradise / H.S. [COMPLETE]

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Harry Styles, an incredibly talented singer, seems to have it all. He's doing what he does best: making music, touring the world and loving his life to a full extent. While he does all that he has his beautiful and supportive wife, Florence, right next to him. Florence De Lucchi-Styles, an Italian-American renown actress, who has been in these spotlights for years.
    
    Living in fame seems to be a paradise full of luxury, but that's far from the truth. It's a challenge. It is a hassle between fighting for what's good and what's wrong. So while Harry and Florence manage their busy careers and their relationship under the prying eyes of outsiders, losing a child might be pushing them to their breaking point.
    
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    "It's not your fault," I told her so softly that I could barely hear myself. My voice doesn't feel mine at the moment, for the first time in my life I'm speechless.
    
    "We lost our baby."
    
    "I know, baby, I know," I shushed her softly, keeping her in my arms. "It's not fair."All Rights Reserved

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Harry Styles, an incredibly talented singer, seems to have it all. He's doing what he does best: making music, touring the world and loving his life to a full extent. While he does all that he has his beautiful and supportive wife, Florence, right next to him. Florence De Lucchi-Styles, an Italian-American renown actress, who has been in these spotlights for years.
    
    Living in fame seems to be a paradise full of luxury, but that's far from the truth. It's a challenge. It is a hassle between fighting for what's good and what's wrong. So while Harry and Florence manage their busy careers and their relationship under the prying eyes of outsiders, losing a child might be pushing them to their breaking point.
    
    -
    
    "It's not your fault," I told her so softly that I could barely hear myself. My voice doesn't feel mine at the moment, for the first time in my life I'm speechless.
    
    "We lost our baby."
    
    "I know, baby, I know," I shushed her softly, keeping her in my arms. "It's not fair."

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