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Until next time {H.S.}

Until next time {H.S.}

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Harry Styles
A story about a girl who meets her idol. He takes a particular liking to her, no matter how much she tries to push him back. "I think...I'm," He pauses pursing his lips, internally I can see him waring with himself. "Hmm?" I hum my hand on his jaw warmth reaching together and tyeing knots. "I think I'm falling in love with you." My legs drop from his waist in shock. "You don't have to say anything." I grab his cheeks bringing his face inches from mine. "Are you serious?" I whisper. "This really isn't something to joke about Harry." I stare deeply into his eyes for a drop of humor. "I'm serious." His words squished together from my grip on his face. " It's okay if-" He cuts himself off waiting for a reaction. My eyes flick between his my heart beat speeding up as if I'm running from lions on the prowl. (Not completed ) January 13 2021
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