My forgotten best friend // Harry Styles
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  • Reads 287,727
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  • Parts 47
  • Time 5h 18m
Complete, First published Nov 28, 2014
This is my life...I've always had a simple life.
You know just like anyone else. Join clubs, go to
school, make my homework. 
Nothing really special. I didn't have many friends either. 
I only had one best friend. He was always there for me, he always found a way to make me smile. 
I thought he would be my best friend forever....
Until he auditioned for The X factor,
from that moment on everything changed....

His name? Harry Edward Styles.

Hey guys! So this is my first book. 
I'm sorry if my English isn't completely correct, 
but I just love writing and I hope you guys like it. :) XX

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I knew she was in trouble. I knew her life was nothing, but a train-wreck; A distaster waiting to explode. I knew she was in agony and I knew her soul consisted of haunting memories and malicious dreams of a man who once brought her immense torture. I knew she was hurting and that falling for her was the last thing I needed on my plate. But with each everlasting glance and with each passionate kiss, my heart never beat the same. Her essence was craved by my longing soul and nothing, even a psycho ex-boyfriend, could cease me from drowning in her eternal love. Every inch of my body flooded with lust for her touch. Every thought swarming around my head ached for her never ending affection. Every move and every word spoken involved the cherishing infatuation of her presence. I knew I would go through hell and back to make her mine and only mine. I wanted her. I needed her. I suspired nothing more than her latency and her body against mine. This was My Moment.