He didn't know who he was,or what he could have been but all he knew was what He is,He is a slut or a whore or a streetwalker as they might say but it wasn't always the pleasure which came with it,alot of heart breaks and broken promises come with it too and god knows shit goes down when voyeur's fall in love. "What do you mean you're leaving??" He asked as his hot breath hitting my neck."you're mine, remember??" He asked sucking a hickey on my neck. *Prostitutes don't have husbands,Mr.Styles*
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