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The Mix Up (Harry Styles fan fiction)

The Mix Up (Harry Styles fan fiction)

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Harry Styles
"Things like... showing girls, most specifically you, that there is a right guy for you who will do mad things to make you happy." I took a step closer to him. "Can you be that guy?" It was barely a whisper that left my lips but I know he heard me because he tossed the movies on the bed and walked closer to me, our bodies inches apart. He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and swiped his thumb across my cheek, his warm touch comforting me. "Do you want me to be?" His voice was a whisper also, "I will gladly be the one to make you happy... If you let me." I nodded my head and he continued, "Skylar... Will you be my girlfriend?"
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Black Widow is another BxB I am working on Teacher and student relationship homosexual relationship ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "BEEP BEEP BEEP" My alarm clock went off and I sighed, before realizing I had set it to late. I grunted slightly and swiftly grabbed my glasses, pushing my homework off of my chest and shoving my legs into a pair of skinny jeans. I grabbed my shirt and pulled it on, making sure the sleeves covered my hands so I'd have something to hold. I brushed my teeth while putting my things into my back pack and kissed my mother in a a family photo before darting out the front door, and spitting both my toothbrush and the left over bubbles in my mouth onto the grass, I'd have to pick it up later. I ran out to the mail box and waved good by to my horse Smokey's small grave stone, reaching the bus just in time. My day went by as usual. I barely got through most of my classes staying dead silent through out. People would try to interact with me but all I could do was grunt at them. If only I could actually say "Speech Impediment" maybe they would stop talking about me. Some how the usual group of jerks found out I was gay and told everyone. This life sucks. I got into fifth period and Mr. Schmidt looked at me. I froze, Oh hell no. I started to shake as he told me to read. I know he had a speech impediment too, but it was embarrassing to turn down such a request. "Read the next two pages" such an easy sounding task is it not?..... He stepped to me and I froze. Did I mention that my language arts teach was the most beautiful man on earth and his pink collard shirt was clingy?! I guess not. I wound up turning beet red and squeaking a bit before he tapped my desk and looked at me.

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