Bane

My eyes squinted because I didn’t know whether it was playing tricks on me or not. It wasn’t. I gasped at the sight of him. Harry. Fucking. Styles. Last time I saw him I swore I never wanted to see him ever again. He told me to wait for him, but he hurt me too much. I moved on, and now he’s back. He’s back different; no more glasses, his body was no longer petit, instead it was well built up and he inked his skin. But one thing for sure, he’s not going to get me back.