prologue

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Harry Styles was many things. He was a narcissist. He was selfish to the public eye. He was confident. He was ambitious. He was obnoxious.

He was exciting. He wasn't afraid of anything. He was gentle when he wanted to be. He also never listened to anyone. He was a determined person who would never take no for an answer, usually those people would annoy the crap out of me, but he was different.

He was emotional when he let himself be, I only saw this trait a few times. He was alluring, every time his name was mentioned or I saw him I felt myself being drawn to him, like I had to know him. There was always something about him, it was like once you looked at him you couldn't look away.

He was beautiful, so beautiful that it hurt my eyes. He was broken. He was sad so very sad and I only saw it when it was too late.

Harry styles was the love of my life more than once. I felt myself fall in love with him again everyday. When he smiled which was only sometimes I felt my heart clench in happiness, when he looked at me I got lost in his eyes. When he touched me I found myself melting at his touch. He was everything I could have asked for.

But Harry Styles was a liar.

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