Act My Age

Act My Age

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Mar 10, 2016
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Harry Styles
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Sometimes secrets are kept for a reason. They either protect you, or destroy you. When people have to hide their true feelings, you typically think its over something small. But, what if they had to hide them because they knew it would ruin everything good? This journey is between a 17 year old girl named Claire Presley, and her extremely attractive baby sitter, Harry Styles. The newly found teenager begins to find herself drifting into a love struck hypnosis while trying to cover the fact that she was falling for her baby sitter. Only one person knows this secret, and secrets are hard to keep. The thrill of the ride is, what would Harry think? Would things remain normal or would a spark of life confirm any chances of a future relationship? Only time will tell their story. Oh, and did I forget to mention that hes 23?
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