*Harry Styles Fan Fiction* I still remember the day we met. How the cold breeze blew through my hair, a set of shivers running down my spine. Yet how the warm hot sun dissipated the chills instantly, leaving a warm softness on my skin. His sister was the first person i saw. She was slim and short for an 11 year old girl. She was also the first person to ever notice me up on my art tree. Then as she tried to get me to talk, i was so nervous, i leaned back off my branch and fell on a small body. That was when i saw him. And that's when i knew things would never be the same.
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