Who's It Gonna Be?
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"So, Mariana," Harry looked me straight in the eyes. "Who's it gonna be? Me? or him?" "I-I don't know," I said panicking a bit, looking at them, to and fro. "We need an answer Mar," George said sternly, anger and annoyance growing in his voice. I got nervous to answer. I needed time to think. I had no idea of what the answer would be. I loved them both. George was sweet and made me feel like there was no other girl in the world, but Harry made my heart melt with every little sweet and romantic thing he did. I wanted to run, but where would I go? What if they chased after me until I gave an answer? I can't outrun them. What do I do? "We're waiting," Harry stated impatiently. I slowly walk towards them both, quickly making my decision. 'I have a feeling I'm going to regret this decision,' I thought to myself.
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