"How's Harry doing?" His mother asks. You smile. "He's doing well! Yesterday, he" Babe, could I have a word with you in private?" You turn around to see your boyfriend. Your eyebrows crinkle in confusion. "It is important?" I'm in middle of talking to your-" Without letting you finish your words, Harry takes your hands and pulls you away from his mother "Harry! Where are we going?" He doesn't answer as he continues to drag you through the crowd, up the stairs and toward the bathroom.
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Evidence Of Harry Styles
FanfictionYou heard the door slam downstairs, it was your boyfriend Harry coming home from a party. He soon joined you in bed after cursing and falling on his way to it, you could smell the alochol from him. He spooned you and whispered in a deep husky voice...
