Last First Love.

Last First Love.

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Feb 2, 2016
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Rea ha sedici anni, Hector ne ha venti, entrambi provengono da famiglie illustre dello Yacht Club di Manhattan. Una catena di Hotel sparsi in tutti il mondo, soldi fino alla nausea e una ragazza che si sente tremendamente sola. Rea Bates non sa bene cosa significa avere un'amica leale, non si è mai presa una cotta per un ragazzo, non ne ha mai baciato uno e gli unici ragazzi della sua vita sono suo fratello Ares, il suo miglior amico Argent ed Hector. Hector non è qualificabile, è nel mezzo tra un fratello e un amico per Rea, o almeno fino ad ora. Hec e Rea, Rea ed Hec, è sempre stato così fin da bambini, ma i bambini crescono e le dinamiche cambiano, e le cose si complicano.
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I scrounge around the magazine section and look past the little girl magazines that I used to read. Seventeen and teen vogue and twist all filled with that boy band. Ugh... I flip through them, laughing at what they until I get to the one direction section in Seventeen. Harry, Zayn, Louis, Liam, and Niall. Niall...I flip through it quickly and smirk at all this and put it on the shelf and start to walk away. My brain finally, some how clicks. "WOAH... WOAH WAIT WHAT?!?!" I scream and realize some little kids are in front of me. I give them a small smile at them as they scream and run the other way. I turn and run back to the magazines in a rush. I sit against the wall and pull that magazine back out again. Niall... Niall... He looks exactly like he does. How does he NOT tell me this stuff when I hang out with him? "How am I that stupid." I whisper to myself and groan and hit my head repeatedly against a wall. Maybe I can knock some sense into my own head if I do this. Nope. Still feel like an idiot. How can I be so stupid? How do I not notice this sort of thing? I mean they are all over! -------------------- Let me tell you a bit about myself. I hate one direction. I really do. But this obviously fake dyed blonde haired boy saves me from a directioner going a concert and then he asks me if I would want to go out with him?! What kind of question is that? Let me tell you about the adventure of finally picking up the broken parts of my heart and letting go of my past and moving on from the bad and onto the new. You never know who would be the one to actually save me.

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