The Little Mate

The Little Mate

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Fanfic
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Harry Styles
This story is original you published by my first account. Due to me forgetting my information to log in.. I can't continue to write it on my original account, so I will rewrite it on here. There will be may changes due to the story since its been a long while since I wrote it. I changed the name of the girl and for the most part, a lot of it will be different.. But the plot and story line will stay the same! It's not something you can choose, It's not something you can easily ignore or forget about. Whatever happens, happens and you have no say. You're born with it wether you like it or not. You can tell when you are first born and as the child grows. If the baby doesn't cry and has a sparkle in its eyes that you can't explain.. There is w big chance they have a certain soul mate. That is what happened to Bexley Dean and Harry Styles, but how would you deal with this if your "mate" was almost 5 years older then you and was famous..?
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I cupped her face in my hands, rubbing my thumbs in circles over her cheeks. She was having trouble finding words to describe what she felt, and I could relate. I loved her more than words could describe and telling her I loved her was almost an insult to my true feelings for her. My heart ached at just the thought of her not being with me. I honestly don't know what I would have done with myself if I had never went to that stupid party and met her. But, I have a feeling, we would have found each other, eventually. This love's too strong to ignore forever. Both of us had pieces of us missing, that neither of us were aware of until we met. We were like two puzzle pieces that finally connected. "I love you," I whispered, leaning my forehead against hers. "I love you more," she replied in a small whisper, her hand reaching up to caress my cheek while the other rested on my thigh. I shook my head, annoyed and charmed by the audacity she had to think that she could possibly love me more. "I love you most," I persisted, causing her head to moved away from mine as she looked into my eyes. "Always?" She questioned, her eyes unreadable for a moment before a flash of fear passed through. "Forever," I assured her and meaning it. We could live an entire lifetime or for eternity, and my love for her would never fade. It would only grow. There was nothing in this world that would ever change the way I loved her. My, Katarina.

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