Wild Angel ( Harry Styles )

Wild Angel ( Harry Styles )

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Amelia Reynolds sau cum i se mai spune "Wild Angel".O fire neinteleasa, care ajunge pe o cale nu tocmai potrivita. Lumea drogurilor, armelor si omorurilor, nu este tocmai un anturaj perfect pentru o fata, dar se pare ca ceea ce este interzis ne atrage. Oare dragostea este unul din acele lucruri interzise? Harry Styles- starul international care nu duce lipsa de nimic. Spunind astea nu ma refer numai la bani, fete si petreceri, ma refer la familie. Lucruri de care Amelia nu prea se bucura. Caracterul lor este total diferit, dar cum noi stim ca opusele se atrag, ramine doar de vazut cit timp le ia sa-si recunoasca dragostea si sa treaca peste orgoliul lor.
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I cupped her face in my hands, rubbing my thumbs in circles over her cheeks. She was having trouble finding words to describe what she felt, and I could relate. I loved her more than words could describe and telling her I loved her was almost an insult to my true feelings for her. My heart ached at just the thought of her not being with me. I honestly don't know what I would have done with myself if I had never went to that stupid party and met her. But, I have a feeling, we would have found each other, eventually. This love's too strong to ignore forever. Both of us had pieces of us missing, that neither of us were aware of until we met. We were like two puzzle pieces that finally connected. "I love you," I whispered, leaning my forehead against hers. "I love you more," she replied in a small whisper, her hand reaching up to caress my cheek while the other rested on my thigh. I shook my head, annoyed and charmed by the audacity she had to think that she could possibly love me more. "I love you most," I persisted, causing her head to moved away from mine as she looked into my eyes. "Always?" She questioned, her eyes unreadable for a moment before a flash of fear passed through. "Forever," I assured her and meaning it. We could live an entire lifetime or for eternity, and my love for her would never fade. It would only grow. There was nothing in this world that would ever change the way I loved her. My, Katarina.

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