LOVE GONE WRONG ?

LOVE GONE WRONG ?

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Harry Styles
Harry Styles came towards me, coming so close, placing his lip over mine and pressing it so hard that I felt he was almost fucking me. Was Harry Edward Styles Kissing me ? Are you kidding me ? I tried pushing him away but he kept pulling me towards him. I liked the kiss though, it was gentle and sweet like him. However, I have never had any feelings for him even though he is popular. I have used him and I feel guilty about it. I should have not done it but then being close to the boys now is something I can't restrict about and will this friendship make me fall for Harry ? Will Clara allow me to take away something she owns ? I am confused... I don't know what to do ! copyright @cutiepie_xxhoran
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I knew she was in trouble. I knew her life was nothing, but a train-wreck; A distaster waiting to explode. I knew she was in agony and I knew her soul consisted of haunting memories and malicious dreams of a man who once brought her immense torture. I knew she was hurting and that falling for her was the last thing I needed on my plate. But with each everlasting glance and with each passionate kiss, my heart never beat the same. Her essence was craved by my longing soul and nothing, even a psycho ex-boyfriend, could cease me from drowning in her eternal love. Every inch of my body flooded with lust for her touch. Every thought swarming around my head ached for her never ending affection. Every move and every word spoken involved the cherishing infatuation of her presence. I knew I would go through hell and back to make her mine and only mine. I wanted her. I needed her. I suspired nothing more than her latency and her body against mine. This was My Moment.

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