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*anna pov* promise harry you well text and call me when your away .... I will Anna I will he kissed my forehead "goodbye Anna" and he drove away *flashback over* its been 3 years 3 and he still call are text me who am I talking about well I'm talking about the one and only harry styles we were best friends and we always supported each other even when he was on x-factor I was up all night wachting to see if he got in and when he didn't I was the one to call him and tell him that ever thing was going to be all right and what do I get as a reward ........a big side of nothing
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