Damaged (Harry Styles)
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  • Reads 4,373,048
  • Votes 77,722
  • Parts 66
  • Time 6h 48m
Complete, First published May 05, 2013
Bridget wasn't like your average teenager that likes to party. She likes school and hates to party, always gets her work done and doesn't do anything bad or illegal.   Harry was basically the opposite. He was attending every party, ditches school a lot and has been caught doing some illegal things.   But when these two meet, who would've thought they'd end up dating? when friends, family and even enemies complicate things and past secrets are revealed, can they fight through it and stay strong?
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