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"I've got a tight grip on reality,
But I can't let go of what's in front of me here.
I know you're leaving in the morning
when you wake up.
Leave me with some kind of proof
it's not a dream..."
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Leigh-Anne and Harry have shared a flat together for almost a year now in hopes of being closer and settling with some kind of commitment. But lately Leigh-Anne has been feeling some kind of detached from the relationship, mostly from Harry himself. After tirelessly trying to get through that cold-heart of his(or her hopeless-romantic heart of hers), she's had enough. Now it's his turn to prove her wrong...
A three-part leigharry drabble.
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