Rooftop Dreamers

This is the story of how I fell off the slanted roof of our cozy house and landed into the arms of Harry Styles.
Don't get me wrong, I had nothing against Harry.
Everyone else seemed to though.
He just wasn't my type and I wasn't his.
Ripped jeans, a fierce attitude, a sarcastic mouth, and dangerous black hair just didn't mix with valedictorian, little sister, polite, me.
That the way it has been and it's the way it always will be
~Rooftop Dreamers