Just Let Go (Harry Styles)
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I rolled over and smacked my alarm off. I couldn't get to sleep last night because I couldn't shake this uncomfortable feeling in my stomach. Waking up, I knew it was going to be a different sort of day. I got up and did my daily routine which consisted of Yoga, shower, brush teeth, get dressed, grab banana and head out the door. All was fine until...
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The phone rang then so I pushed all thoughts of my dream life out of my head and answered with a cheery voice plastering a smile on my face even if the person couldn't see it they could certainly hear it.
"Yes?" I asked. That was normal routine to keep the Agency secret and safe you waited for the caller to Volunteer information.
"Yeah... Is this Fantasies?" A low male voice with an accent spoke slowly into my ear. Intrigued, I asked for more information.
"My I ask who is calling."
"This is Harry Styles from One Direction."
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