Wasted ||h.s.||
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MatureOngoing6h 53m
Last published Sat, Jan 11, 2025
"If I didn't hate you I'd tell you to stop being such a fucking tease."
"If I didn't hate you maybe I'd actually want to fuck you. Shut up, Harry."
"Why do you even work here? You're just some trust fund bitch who lives off daddy's money."
"Like you're not? Your dad literally owns this place. You're just some washed-up prick."
"Anna-"
"Leave Harry. Some of us actually have a job to do."
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Annabelle Heyford, a 22-year-old college student, picks up a job at the bar her best friend, Maeve, and her brother work at.
Harry Styles, a 23-year-old college dropout, works at his father's bar. He's freshly single, coming out of a long, toxic relationship.
She thinks he's a washed-up dick with no work ethic. He thinks she's a pretentious bitch who lives off her parents' money.
But those thoughts don't stick around too long...
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