when i was your man
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- Parts 11
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Last published Wed, May 12, 2021
He stepped to the doorway right infront of Harry. Everytime he looks at these beautiful smaragd green eyes, he regrets everything.
"Why are you here?"
"I just want to tell you one last thing."
"Go on, Josh is waiting for me." Louis gulped as he heard the last word. He hated josh with passion.
"I should 've bought you flowers. I should' ve held your hands. I should've made you feel better than him. I should've fight for you. But now it's too late and i know it. So, I should finally let you go and say goodbye."
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