Stolen by Styles

Stolen by Styles

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"Taylor?" a low raspy voice comes from next to me slowly I look up. I see a boy standing before me. his arms are covered in tattoos. he is wearing a purple beanie just at the right height to let his brown curly locks peek out. "yes" I say not Letting my eyes leave his. he smirks. I bite my lip. he's probably some gangster guy that wants to rape me and kill me. "I'm harry, harry styles." he says. "now if you'd follow me its getting dark and cold I would like to go home. "
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[A Fanfiction Of A Guy That Looks Perfectly Like Harry Styles] "I totally had the perfect life , I was rich, lived in a happy family and loving parents , I had so many friends and I was moving too fast towards my dream. But nothing lasts forever , in a moment you can lose everything, in a second your whole life can change. Also everything can be better because of one person that you never expected to meet. So I had this life experience and I tried to write it .."Always trust who you do love!" :) --------------------------------------- He suddenly caught my arm stopping me from moving" M-Molly, wait" he bumbled,i stared at him, he didn't use to stutter "Yes?" i calmly said, "Do you love me?" he asked in a low voice, I was surprised by the weird question at a weird time, but "I do, Harry" he still didn't let go of my arm " Promise, you won't judge me because of what is not my fault." i frowned as i didn't get what he wanted to say, he noticed and repeated "Promise, you will not hate me for who i'm really not" I smiled widely "Don't be an idiot, I don't think hating you could ever be an actual thing!" I said, but probably that wasn't the right answer for the question ...

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