No Control • hs

No Control • hs

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Jan 27, 2019
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Peyton Ruth is new to Charleston, South Carolina. New apartment, new atmosphere, new people, and some are certainly better than others. But when Peyton's ex and Harry's enemy teams up against them, the list of things he will do to make their lives completely miserable is endless. Will the torture of Niall and Zayn tear them apart? Or bring them closer together? + manip on cover- credit to ig: harlenastagram
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