Late Night Calls // h.s

Late Night Calls // h.s

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Jun 28, 2015
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Harry Styles
One call, can lead to another, and another, and over 300 more. Those calls only happened at 3:54, Those calls held secrets.. Only Alexa and Harry should know about. Harry Styles was a member of the biggest boy band, touring around the world. Alexa was a waitress, touring around the tables of Pizza Hut. Harry and Alexa's 'late night calls' is what kept them together. amazing cover by @tidalou x © Copyright 2014. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact WreckedRiley on Wattpad.com.
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"You can call me when you're lonely. I'll be your temporary fix." Those were the words that he said to me and it was plain simple, he wanted nothing but sex and I wanted nothing more than too. I was the kind of girl who was too scared of falling in love again because I feel like there is something more in life than being mournful over a guy who never actually gave a hell. I deserve something more than pain and misery over a stupid heartbreak. Since then, I got too scared of commitment that I no longer wanted to be in one. I wanted fun and I wanted to feel like I am alive again. He was the kind of guy who was too busy for permanent relationships. The superstar that all women wanted to bang with. The kind of guy who would have any girls kneel down in front of him because well, he is that kind of guy. He was a guy with a hectic schedule, sold out world tours, drinking champagne in private jets, holding a mic in one hand and conquering all over the world on the other. Maybe I needed someone to show me how to live again and he needed someone to show him how to love. All Rights Reserved. 2015 Word count: 259,139

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