Harry strutted in with his model walk, his daughter on his hip. He shot Zayn and pulled me into a deep kiss, then spirited me away to have his babies and live on a farm in Montana where I'd drive a Maserati and wear nothing but lululemon and have mimosas with the girls.
Or so I thought.
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Sold into Heaven: A Sequel
FanfictionHappy Sweet 16 Caroline; one more epic year of being friends with me.
