365 Days | H.S (ON HOLD)

365 Days | H.S (ON HOLD)

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|''Never give up on something that you can't go a day without thinking about. - Sir Winston Churchill''| He went on a roadtrip with his best friend to find the girl on the photograph that saved his life. But little did he know that not only would he possibly find the girl, but also his true self and a feeling he couldn't resist. Love. He fell in love with the beautiful mystery he would never give up to find. He fell in love with the feeling of relief and ease when he met the beautiful amazing woman in San Francisco. He fell in love with the seventeen and a half year old teenager, realizing that he would do anything for her to make her happy. He fell in love with the freedom, with the mountains, forests, beaches and long roads. Even the escape from death. And then.. 365 days passed. And he found everything he ever needed. → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → !OBSERVE! The characters only LOOK and have the same NAME as the "real ones". Not personalities. [ © All Rights Reserved ]
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«Styles... Harry Styles» I watched the secretary search for my name in the long list of papers she had. «Styles, Styles, Styles... Ah, there it is! Room 258, you are sharing a room with a certain Louis Tomlinson!" I took the keys she offered me and gave her one of my smiles, that I was sure would melt her. That forty-year-old secretary was probably the youngest woman in this place. Why had my parents forced me to a men's college? Well actually I knew that, but it still wasn't right. (I don't own anything, all rights reserved to @sgrissi)

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