Your White T-Shirt
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"It doesn't have to be so permanent." His eyes distanced under the rain fall, water fell from the blackened sky that was soft to the touch of smoothed skin, but pelted down onto the tin roof like a round of bullets. I could smell the wet pavement and the remainder of dead camp fire. "Be with me. Not just for the summer." That dimpled smirk played up onto his mouth, his eyes staring into mine intently, knowing what my answer would be. "Harry," I protested, scooting my way around the touchy suggestion. "Shut up," he interrupted me, his wet face hardening. "For once, I'm serious. Take a chance." Carter Smith moves to the small town of Hamilton for the summer where she meets the town's notorious bad boy Harry Styles. She was soft to the touch, her words like varied melodies sifting music staffs through the july air. He was rough around the edges, with words that stung like a whip of the strongest material. Secrets and the constant chase of young love tear at their seams. Her father dissaproves, the town's rich boy Ty interferes, and not to mention the constant battles of Harry's dark past. With the inevitable come of September and their constant drama their strength. will Harry and Carter last?
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