My Only
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Last published Tue, Aug 16, 2022
""Get down" I say sternly, my voice still shaking. It's getting cold and I feel tears burning in my throat.
"Do you care about me?" he asks calmly again.
"For fucks sake Harry! Fine! I do care about you! Get down now you idiot!" I yell at him. He then smirks and jumps down. He stands in front of me. I look up at him and he down at me.
"I knew you did" he says. "I knew all the time" he pats my head and walks past me. I sigh. I don't care about him."
Helloooo, this is the first 'real' book that I ever wrote. Just publishing it for fun. I hope you like it.
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"Harry, are you okay? What are you doing in my room?" I asked Harry. I was confused though. Was he sleep walking? "Just to talk" he answered and sat down on the edge if my bed. "Ok what?" I ask kinda irritated that I'm losing sleep. "Has anyone ever touched you before?" he asks me with a serious tone. "Wha- what?" I stutter. "Harry I don't think we should be talking about this, your dating my sister" "Has anyone ever kissed you?" he just goes on. "No" I answer looking down. "Perfect" he answers coming closer to me with a smirk on his face.
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