"I can't take this anymore! This will now be the third version of this paper that I'm writing and submitting!" you shout angrily as you enter the house. You let out a frustrated scream, crumpling your essay in your hands and slamming it down on the floor, stomping on it a few times for good measure. "Tell me how you really feel..." Harry mutters after watching this scene unfold. "It's not funny! I don't know what more she wants! Obviously I thought I had done a pretty good job in the first place or I wouldn't have handed in the first version. Then she had me rewrite it and it STILL wasn't good enough. Now she wants me to do it a third time!! Can you believe that?" you vent. "Yeah, that does stink," Harry agrees. "I just can't take it anymore. She clearly has it in for me..." you state. Harry chuckles. "Is it anything I can help you with?" he offers. "Not really," you sigh. "How about a backrub at least, yeah?" he suggests, already placing his hands to your shoulders. You melt under his touch and immediately let your mind drift from your teacher and that paper for the time being, enjoying this little bit of relaxation.
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Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences
FanfictionImagines and Preferences about the one and only Harold Styles as you may have worked out from the title oopsssssssssss Feel free to check out my other 5 books of one direction imagines and preferences ;p
