Natalia (Harry Styles Fanfic)
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Last published Thu, Jun 1, 2017
"Mr.Styles it's nice to see you." I smile widely. It was an actual smile. I haven't smiled like that in months.
"How much do I have to tell you Natalia ? Mr.Styles is my father. Call me Harry." He held that signature smirk.
I could get used to living here.
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