Filling in the cracks.

Filling in the cracks.

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Harry Styles
Lorrie has been dating Harry Styles for two years. Everything is perfect. That is until his troublemaker brother resurfaces after hearing nothing from him for months. He brings stress and trouble everywhere he goes. What happens when Harry gets blamed for one of his brothers mistakes? Will they believe it wadn't him? Can his and Lorries relationship hold together as the cracks form? Are either of them willing to fill in the cracks?
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