Harry Styles: The Bad Boy

Harry Styles: The Bad Boy

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Alyson Dawson is the new girl at her school after moving to England to live with her father after some family problems. There she meets the dysfunctional, arrogant, self-centered bad boy Harry Styles. She hates him so much after he embarrassed her on her first day of school. After some circumstances Alyson is forced to be tutored by Harry and Alyson can't be more miserable. After spending time with Harry, Alyson realizes they have a lot in common. Could it be that under that self-centered, arrogant, dysfunctional bad boy could be a huge teddy bear? Could Alyson be falling for the bad boy? But would he feel the same way? Find out what happens.
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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. &quot;I love you,&quot; I whispered, leaning my forehead against hers. &quot;I love you more,&quot; 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. &quot;I love you most,&quot; I persisted, causing her head to moved away from mine as she looked into my eyes. &quot;Always?&quot; She questioned, her eyes unreadable for a moment before a flash of fear passed through. &quot;Forever,&quot; 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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