Calls From Styles(1D Fanfiction)
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Last published Sat, Mar 28, 2015
Sorry about that... Ah didn't quite catch your name..."
"Paige" my name slipped of my lips unconsciously.
"Ah paige, what a beautiful name" he mumbled.
"And yours?"
"Ahh my name, my name is.." His voice changed from cheeky too uncomfortable.
"Forgot your own name?" I teased.
He chucked again.
"I could forget my own name even if I tried" he mumbled quietly.
"So...?" I drawled out.
"I have to go, goodbye paige"
"No! That's not fair I don't know you're name yet you know mine!" I shouted down the phone.
He sighed loudly down the phone.
"Well if you must my name is.. My name is Harry Edward Styles and by the way that shade of red lipstick you wrote on my screen with is rather fabulous if I do say so myself"
And with that the line went dead and I was left gaping at a blank screen.
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