I was her friend.

I was her friend.

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I climbed the hill away from my battle one last time. The last time I'd be coming home because I was here to stay. Was I ready to find out my best friend that supported me had gone missing and turned famous..? Maybe just a little, but I knew it was her dream, so why should I have been? I found out that my old house had been bought by a quiet man with brown curls and green eyes, therefore I had nowhere to live anymore, until the little old woman who cleaned the house offered me a spare room in my old house, that spare room was my best friends old room, I soon fell in love with the mysterious man with brown curls and green eyes, and he with me. I still wanted to see my best friend after all this time, maybe she wouldn't recognise me? But she would of course, that's just silly. This is the story about how I, Angel and him, Harry Styles fell for each other after hating one another. Note: I'll either update on a Sunday or Tuesday depending on my mood. Also I'll only continue writing if enough people like it.
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Hey internet people. So I'll update this story maybe a couple of times a day (because I'm really getting into it.) Give it a vote or even just a read, but I hope you enjoy it, there will be plenty of chapters and maybe even a sequel, we'll see. Here's a sneak preview ------------ “Never leave me, Harry…please.” I begged, my words muffled by my own tears. He shook his head and looked at me. His eyes pleaded, unfathomable words… “Violet. The day I leave you, is the day you order me away, not before, not after.” He declared. He didn’t seem to understand that I would never order him away; I would never give him up. I knew he was the most amazing person; he was one of a kind. He was mine.

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