Harry Smiles//harry styles fanfiction/2016
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Last published Mon, Mar 7, 2016
I poked his dimple as he grinned.
Clara Smith was a directioner. She told everyone that they were simply cute and she liked their music. Yet in reality she would sell her soul to the devil to just touch them, little did she know that she wouldn't have to.
Was saving them a blessing or a curse.
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