Fancy Pants || l.s.
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Última publicación jue, jun 6, 2019
"Yo, can you hurry up, I need to use the bathroom." He half yelled in annoyance. He stepped back when he heard the door finally unlocking and waited for the door to open.
"Sorry, I was just," Harry looked at the guy and sighed. "Sorry I took long, go ahead."
"It's fine." Louis chuckled and slowly stopped when he noticed the guys eyes were red and puffy. "Here," he gave him some clean tissues he had in his pocket and gently pat his back.
"Thank you." Harry wiped his eyes and nose and looked at the man once more.
"Don't cry fancy pants. You're too pretty."
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«Styles... Harry Styles» I watched the secretary search for my name in the long list of papers she had. «Styles, Styles, Styles... Ah, there it is! Room 258, you are sharing a room with a certain Louis Tomlinson!" I took the keys she offered me and gave her one of my smiles, that I was sure would melt her. That forty-year-old secretary was probably the youngest woman in this place. Why had my parents forced me to a men's college? Well actually I knew that, but it still wasn't right. (I don't own anything, all rights reserved to @sgrissi)
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