Beautifully Broken (On Hold)

Beautifully Broken (On Hold)

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With schedules set months in advance Clarissa Meyers life was always controlled. Her father and which ever flavor of the week dictating her every move. After losing the small footing she had in her life she turned to her best friend Liam Payne for help. She then met a particular blue eyed trouble maker named Louis. He was just as broken as she was. He became her life support, the light In the dark, they just clicked. Maybe because they were meant to be. Maybe because they're so much alike. He thinks it's because they were two broken pieces that found a match within each other. Okay the copyright stuff. This book is 100% original and my own work © to @ImagineGreater_ 2013. Add in a bunch of legal stuff here. Thank you for your time.
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The world finds odd ways to put people together. For them, it was PR. ~ She walked along the shore, the humid air, feeling much colder next to the beach. She shut her eyes and stood there, letting the sound of crashing waves overtake every single thought in her minds, ironically, silencing the bustling thoughts. She felt peaceful. He noticed a girl walking just a few feet ahead of him. At first, his thought was that it could be her but it didn't seem that way. The closer he went the more different the person looked. He let out a sigh of lost conviction. He felt hopeless. His footing must've been horrible as he slipped over a rock and tumbled forward, a little gasp of shock leaving his lips. The unexpected rustling behind her, made her face the intrusion. Noticing the man on his knees, she went over to him, lending a helping hand. He noticed a very familiar ring covered hand stick out towards him. He didn't think much of it as he held it to stand up. Why did it feel like home? ~

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