Typical Tuesdays (One Direction Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Typical Tuesdays (One Direction Harry Styles Fanfiction)

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My routine is simple. Get up in the morning. Get ready. Go to work. Not that I have to go to work, my parents are pretty successful, but I need to be able to keep going. I. Can't. Stop. Moving. Its from the Parkinson's Disease I have. I also flip out when I don't follow my daily routine. The doctors say that comes from my Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, OCD. My parents only let me work on Tuesdays, which sucks, so I teach lessons at The Dance Studio. Its summer, so I don't have to worry about my school routine, but my friend Lana always come to say hi and hang out. She is obsessed with One Direction, I'm a fan, I just don't flip out as much as Lana. They're coming to the States this summer for their Take Me Home tour. Their going to be in our city for nearly a week, and Lana is freaking out, shocker. We both work at Starbucks, it was the only job I could find that kept me moving constantly, and Lana follows me everywhere. She thinks they're going to magically appear and whisk us off our feet. We'll see about that.
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