Tattooed Life Saver (DISCONTINUED)
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"You're mine, Gale.. Mine. Do you see this tattoo on my wrist? That's for you.. This infinite sign resembles us. Our relationship. Gale, we are infinite. We are forever," Harry said through gritted teeth and tears in his eyes.
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Gale Sanders and Harry Styles are two different people. Gale is gentle and...innocent. While Harry is not so innocent. What happens when Harry saves Gale from the hands of dangerous boys?
Tattooed Life Saver © xKatieCliffordx
2013
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