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•We are not the kind that in the end get eachother•

We should go to France

TIP: listen to this while reading (over and over again cuz its SO good):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=55e9GOCJzbs

Harrys POV:

I don't know for how long we've been talking. We were talking about nothing and everything. She was telling me about how she moved all by herself to London when she was only sixteen. She said she needed to come away from her old life. I did'nt ask her about her "old-life". You could feel in the air it was not really something she like'd to talk about. I told her about my life. And how i ended up in London. She was quiet when i was talking, listening and asked just the right questions. When we felt like it was nothing left to talk about we were just quiet, waiting. Waiting for something.

She studied me with her big eyes and i smiled. "Lets go somewhere!" she said excited. I liked the idea of us goin' to my or hers apartment and uncork a bottle of wine and talk until we felt asleep. "Sure, what do you have in mind?" I asked curious. "Paris! I have always dreamed of going to France...Or Madagascar!" Paris? Madagascar? What is she talking about? "Yeah...I'd love that!" Her face lite up. What? Did i just said that? She started to laugh. "What!?" Now i went up in shipyards. "Come'on, lets go! Paris it is!" i said gettin' more and more excited.Waiting for her answer i thought for one sec she was going to back out. She looked at me with a smile "Ok, i just need to go and grab my stuffs."

(Y/N) was trying to unlock the door. She was a little woozy and was not really able to fit the key in the keyhole. I laughed at her clumsiness. Her apartment was small and cozy. I studied her furnishing. Her walls were covered with paintings and on the floor was paint and empty bottles of...whiskey? (Y/N) came out from the,i guess was her bedroom, with a suitcase. I could'nt belive this. Here i was four in the morning with a girl a barley knew and we were going to Paris together. I laughed at the thought. (Y/N) looked at me questioningly. I shook my head smiling. Who is this girl?

Notes

Thank you for all the lovley comments!!! It means alot! And this is a biography. My bio and i can spoil that i have never been to Paris...Oooohhh now i have ruined everything. No but thanks for everything! And well i am NOT living in London i hae just replaced everything with 1D stuffs if you get it.

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Comments

I love it! I also love how you put y/n instead of someone elses so girls can pretend its them!
I love it! I also love how you put y/n instead of someone elses so girls can pretend its them!
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger
Stand a little taller
Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone
What doesn't kill you makes you fighter
Footsteps even lighter
A very motivational song
@Directioner for life
Thank you it means alot❤
Keep on writing we are your motivation