I was sitting on the bench across the road, shelter on my head. My back was straight, my curly hair secured in a perfect bun. In my hands were a few textbooks and a laptop. I was trying my best to be independent and strong. Despite my hardest attempt, he somehow managed to make me fall down to my knees.
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"Why do you call me 'Snow'?"
"Because you're so delicate, yet you can make the others very weak."
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Styles & Winters
FanfictionNovember Winters, who has never been kissed, brings a stranger home on a rainy day. The stranger is, needless to say, Harry Styles, an arrogant player with devilish looks. A virgin and a womanizer, how would they even end up together... Or not!
