Too Many Times
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Ongoing6m
Last published Sat, Jun 29, 2013
You know what famous people are like it's so easy for them to move on, but I really thought he loved me. He told me it was just a mistake but every night he came home about two in the morning and when I asked him where he'd been he'd said, "with the boys," that was hard to believe for they all had love life's themselves. I didn't think it would come to this but... My name is Hana and this is the story of how I fell in love with Zayn Malik, well how I fell out of love with Zayn.
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