Befriending Harry Styles

Befriending Harry Styles

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I'm Alessia,I know,I know,boring name to match my boring life.I pretty much hate school,partly because,for most of my time on earth,I was bullied,badly.It still carries on now,but I've learnt to just go along with it,and ignore the lowlifes that do it. I'm 16,and my moms kicked me out,leaving me alone in this big wide world.Me and my mom aren't that friendly,I mean,we pretty much hate each other,especially after dad left. But one day,when at my local coffee shop,I bump into Harry,a friendly young man,who's more mature than any of the guys I've ever met.I suddenly fall for him,and I'm afraid to admit it to anyone,not even Harry himself.I mean,he's got his whole life ahead of him,he wouldn't want an annoying girl like me pulling him down. Could my feelings for him wreck his,mine and others lives? ~Befriending Harry Styles~
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Ana

Life as a child was amazing. Your weight didn't matter. Your clothes didn't matter. Your parents money didn't matter. All that mattered was who you were going to play with, but that's all gone now. My sister hates me, my mom has no time for me, and my dad, well he left me. My life has been one whirlwind after another. Except I'm content with it, till it all comes crashing down. Every television, billboard, and magazine is covered with models. Models that are supposed to be role models, for us. Perfect face, perfect body, perfect life. I have none of those things. All my life I've never cared that I was over weight, and didn't wear makeup. Who knew a boy could change all of that? That's when I decided to starve myself, force myself to look like the girls in the magazines. Who knew all I was doing was slowly killing myself? Life likes to play games, except my game is called Ana and I don't think I will survive. (unedited) Cover by: MadHatter_25

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