Loving Harry Styles

Loving Harry Styles

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Last published Sun, Nov 30, 2014

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"My mouth is the worst part of me," I told him and his green eyes met mine. "Well then how does such beautiful sound come from it?" He asked me and I looked down at my feet. He had an answer for everything. Now I understand the whole "fangirl" basics. I figure that a lot of people would die to be standing right here talking to him like it was nothing. "Maybe because...." I said trailing off. I couldn't figure out a word to say. After all I was standing right in front I of THE Harry Styles. "Because you're beautiful too," he said and I look at him and smiled for the first time in a long time.

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