Perfection» h.s

fifty seven.

Pandora Gray

The phone call ends, and I drop the phone on the bed and just cry. Horrible quiet sobs with hot tears running down my face. I quickly wipe them away, don't you fucking dare Pandy, you're ok-

No you're not, honey. Fake it until you make it.

I wipe my eyes and plaster on a fake smile, clutching my phone in my hand. Showtime.

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Harry Styles

"I've made three CDs, Pandy, and this is the third one.

I don't know what we are anymore.

I don't know if there is an us anymore. Do you see what you did? Now, there is no you and I, there is no we anymore. There's just Pandora and Harry, not together. Everything is going to change when you come back, you know that?

You messed up, babe.

I messed up, babe.

And for the first time, I think I may be able to say we messed up, babe."

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if you skip Harry's CDs youre making a big mistake just saying.

Notice how I didn't write the 2nd CD?? Wonder where that'll come into play..

Btw I have a really rad story idea (well i think so) so if you can start a fanfic now PM me if you're interested yeah?

if you're bored my Kik is vinylou

Ash xx