Wrong Number... Actually Not!

A pretty quick story of a boy who found his crush's number and decided to risk it and text the boy of his dreams. But what happens when Harry receives a text from an unknown number? Would it turn out to be a wrong number? Or the right-est one? WARNINGS: Cross dressing Self harm No smut

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I hate her, I hate her, I fucking hate her. If she died right now, I wouldn't care. My main concern would be how I would get my money for this stunt. I have not an ounce of a feeling for this girl in front of me, yet I can't move under her angry gaze. I wouldn't dare. "Fuck you." I whisper out a pitiful insult to get...