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Taylor Swift is living her life too peacefully, she didn't think anything was wrong with it. . . Until she received a box full of things she never thought she'd use. It went on for a while, but what bothered her was the fact that the delivery boy doesn't say a thing about where or who the boxes came from. "Confidential information, Miss Swift." He says with a smile, his dimples etching on his face. Little did Taylor know as she is trying to figure it all out, she's finding something else. . . herself. "Harry." I call out and he turns around to face me. "Who are you, really?" Harry shakes his head, the same pleading, and gleaming green eyes face me, that innocent look. . . "You wouldn't believe me if I told you. I'm Harry Styles, that's all you need to know." An instant urge of stubbornness overcomes me as I say, "Try me." He sighs. . . I didn't know back then how it would change everything.
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