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Warming the possessive #Wattys2015
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  • Reads 377
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  • Parts 6
  • Time 16m
Ongoing, First published Dec 29, 2014
Harry styles fanfiction 
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I sit watching the drunken idiots around me, watching the men practically undress the young woman, one catches my eye.
My fist clench as a men stares her down, she is innocent.
Pure.
But that's what men liked.
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"Rosemary I know that I'm a possessive jerk that's  why in trying to push you away!" Idiot i think to myself your bit supposed to tell her that!
I close my eye tightly trying to pull myself together before I do something ratinal.
"Well then you don't have to push anymore, im gone" I open my eye to see rose pick up her bag and slam the door behind her.
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Cold and possessive was what people would call me, that's why i stopped talking to people I was to possessive or I was just to... Bland.
It's like I'm just there but no one notices me. I'm not complaining
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