“Hales, do you have any deep red lipstick?” I called as I walked through the living room, putting my earrings in. She was in her bathroom, pulling her army green Ramones jacket on. “I need a trip to Sephora in the worst of ways. I'm out of everything.”
She pulled a lipstick from her drawer, the perfect deep burgundy I was looking for. “Use it in here, otherwise I'll never see it again.”
I rolled my eyes, opening the tube and applying a layer of the liquid lipstick to my lips. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Like you’re any better.”
“So, I extended an invite to your sorority sisters.” She quipped, putting on an extra layer of powder.
“I doubt any of them will come, considering I basically fell off the map for a year.” I sighed, I did my sisters wrong, barely talking to any of them during my break from school. It wouldn't surprise me if none of them wanted to speak to me after that.
“If they're really your sisters, they will. From what you have told me that's supposed to be an unbreakable bond. And if they are cold towards you for taking a year off, they weren't really your sisters to begin with.”
She was right, even if they didn't know the whole situation, they should still be there for me regardless… right? That's what sisters did. Biological or not.
“Also, I heard from a little birdy, that you invited Mr. Styles to be apart of our little shindig tonight.” She smirked, propping herself against the counter and crossing her arms. “What happened to ‘no distractions’?”
I sighed, trying to hide the tiny smile I could feel begging to come across my face. I would be lying if I said that I wasn't kind of looking forward to seeing Harry again. I honestly didn't know why, I didn't even know him from Adam and I had sworn off guys for the most part. So why was I practically begging myself not to be happy to see him?
“Because he kept asking me to hang out and I just told him we were having a party. It was only to get him off my back.” I lied, hoping Haley would believe it.
“You're such a liar.” She laughed, “I know you, Callahan.”
Well damn.
“You’re into him, aren't you?”
I blushed a deep crimson, “No, I barely know the kid. I'm just trying to get y'all off of my back.”
“Yeah, okay. I know how this is gonna end and it's not gonna be you enjoying being single, it's gonna be you naked in bed with him.”
I rolled my eyes, chuckling “You’re so full of shit.”
_______

Harry’s POV:
“So what's she like?” I asked Niall, on the ride over to Taylor and Haley’s house. It was Saturday night and people were just beginning to come out for the evening, dressed in their weekend best, toting cases of beer.
Niall chuckled, “She's something, alright.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Taylor is different from other girls. She and Haley are a lot alike. Neither of them are dependent on anyone but themselves. They're also two of the most hard headed girls I know.” He smiled, pulling into their driveway. “Taylor is one of those girls that seems so typical and so predictable, but she's anything but.”
I found myself becoming curious again about their reaction to my question at lunch. What were they hiding and just how unpredictable is Taylor?
“But if there's one thing I know about Taylor Callahan, is that she can drink pretty much anyone under the table.”
_____

We walked inside, a variety of people scattered through the house. Most everyone noticeably tipsy and the party was in full swing. Glancing around, I noticed a few of our brothers gathered in the kitchen, beers in hand and laughing loudly at something one of them said.
“Brit! You made it.” One of them shouted, “Just in time to shotgun one with us.”
I shook their hands, “Yeah, had to see what all the fuss is about these parties.”
“Oh, these two throw some ragers, that's for sure.”
“Speaking of, where's the hostesses?” Niall asked, pulling a beer from the fridge.
“I saw Haley out back with Chloe.” One noted, tossing a beer to me. “Here, man. Join us.”
I chuckled, “I’m alright for now. Ask me a few drinks from now.”
My eyes scanned the living room for the beautiful brunette that had invited me. Noting the amount of people that filled the house, I was shocked seeing just how many there were. I noticed a few that I had classes with before, some that were in the band, but most were in fraternities and sororities which I had recognized from the many Thursday nights I had spent at the Greek village.
“You came!” A familiar voice shouted, before I knew it I was being engulfed in a hug by a giggling Taylor, obviously tipsy. “I didn't think you were ever gonna come.”
I chuckled, checking my phone, it was only 10:56, the party had merely just started. “Of course I came.”
She smiled drunkenly up at me, “Hi.”
It was the first time I had gotten a good look at her. Her green eyes sparkled, her lips were painted deep red and I wanted nothing more than to kiss her. “You havin’ a good night?”
“The best.” She smiled, closing her eyes and taking a long gulp of her drink, tipping it all the way up.
“Do you need another? What are you drinking?”
“Hunch punch.” She giggled, “But it's my secret hunch punch. No one knows about it except for me.”
“And me, now.”
“Damn it.” She cursed, stumbling towards the back of the house. I followed her curiously, mostly because I was afraid she might run into a wall or two in her high heels. She led me into a bedroom, which I assumed was hers. It was dimly lit by fairy lights, casting a yellow-ish glow onto the fluffy white bed spread. A vintage record player sat in the corner with a stack of vinyls next to it. I walked over to them, a Fleetwood Mac album sat at the top of the stack.
“Stevie is my soul sister.”
The sudden sound of her voice made me jump. I turned around to face her. She stood there, cup in hand, smiling at me with that perfect smile that I honestly could stare at all day. It was one of those simple pleasures in life that I was definitely getting used to.
“She's amazing.” She added, “My mom adores her too. It's one of the few things we agree on.”
I smiled, pleased to know that she had great taste in music. “Have you ever seen her live?”
“God, I wish. That would quite honestly be the best day of my life.” She sighed, walking towards me her smile faltering a bit. “I really am sorry about being rude. There was no reason for me to be.”
“All is forgiven.” I chuckled.
We fell quiet, the only sound coming from the booming music in the living room. We stood for what seemed like ages without talking. It was a comfortable silence, though.
“So why did you go inactive?”
“Um, j-just a family emergency.” She stuttered, I knew she was lying. “Something happened at home that I just needed to deal with.”
“S’everything okay now?” I asked, genuinely concerned for the girl that stood in front of me, practically begging with her eyes for me to change the subject.
She smiled again, making my worries settle. “Getting there.”
_____

“I’m back, bitches!” Taylor shouted, standing on top of the coffee table holding her beer in the air as all the guys around her cheered. “Miss me?”
“Give us a show, sweetheart.” One shouted. I didn't recognize him, he was on the short side and seemed like one of those guys that acts tough to try and compensate for his unfortunate height. His comment infuriated me though, even with my hazy mind.
Taylor laughed sarcastically, flipping her long dark hair over her shoulder. “Not even in your dreams, short stack.”
I couldn't help but laugh loudly, thatta girl. She glanced over at me, flashing a flirty grin.
“This one’s for you, Tay!” A girl I had remembered who's name was Jordan shouted from beside the speaker. A familiar tune started playing, I soon recognized the song as Bennie and the Jets.
“Hey kids, shake it loose togetha, spotlight’s hitting somethin’ that's been known to change the weatha. We’ll kill the fatted calf tonight so stick arouuuuund.” She sang, using the neck of her beer bottle as a microphone. As she swayed and sang, I found myself completely amused by the girl who had initially been seemingly standoffish and now was the life of the party.
She turned to me again, holding her hand out in my direction. Everyone else had left, leaving just her and me in the middle of the room as she sang her heart out. I walked towards her, chuckling as she wiggled her eyebrows at me. Just as I took her hand to help her down, she lost her footing and fell forward, crashing into me. Thankfully, with her small stature I was able to keep us from falling to the ground. She giggled, turning her head towards me. Our eyes met, there was an undeniable connection. It was almost as if nothing else was going on around us, it was just us two. I felt myself leaning in closer, but stopped. We were both drunk, I didn't want to take advantage of her, no matter how much I wanted to kiss her in that moment.
“Sorry.” She giggled, steadying herself back on her feet before continuing to sing. “She's got electric boobs!”
I cackled, “Boobs?”
“That's the words!” She argued, pushing me slightly. “You're distracting me!”
I smirked, “Am I?”
____

Haley’s POV:
“Oh Halessss,” I heard Taylor’s voice calling me from down the hall, I opened my door to find her struggling to stand on her own, a fresh cup of her hunch punch in her hand. “This is so much fun. We need to do this every night!”
I stifled a laugh, trying not to egg her on knowing where this night may end, hoping to keep control of the situation. “You wanna share that hunch punch with me?”
She laughed, chugging the rest of the liquid that filled her cup. “What hunch punch? It’s allllll gone.”
My mind instantly went back to earlier that day when she had made not one, but two gallons of her hunch punch that was indeed, mostly alcohol and very little juice. I inwardly groaned, this night was already headed in the direction I hoped it wouldn’t, and I wasn’t looking forward to the ultimate demise of what originally was a great night. I grabbed her cup from her hands, and took off towards the kitchen. “Tay, I think you’ve had enough.”
“Who are you to tell me when I've had enough?” Taylor slurred, brushing past me and grabbing a bottle of Jack Daniels off of the island. “I think I deserve a drink or two.”
I huffed, becoming increasingly irritated “You've had more than two drinks. You’re drunk off your ass.”
“So what if I am? At least I can sort of forget about how fucking shitty my life has been.”
“Taylor, stop it. Don’t start this again, this isn’t you!” I shouted, trying to grab the bottle from her. Taylor brought the bottle to her lips, taking a large chug without even wincing, as if it was water. My heart began to sink, this can’t be happening again.
“I haven't been me in three years.” Taylor muttered, beginning to walk back towards her room.
I stalked after her, snatching the glass bottle from her hands. “You’ve had enough.”
“Just fuck off!” Taylor seethed, a tear running down her face. I attempted to grab the bottle again, and failed once more.
Harry was on his feet then and Niall came around the corner shortly after, running a hand through his blonde hair. This was getting out of hand, and of all things, it wasn’t just us, some of our closest friends were seeing her like this, something she always said she’d wanted keep from them. Harry shot me a confused look, I shook my head feeling tears coming to my eyes.
“Okay, everyone. Party’s over.” Niall announced, trying to usher people out of the house as quick as possible. Once the last person was out, he returned to me, standing in between Taylor and me. “Taylor, calm down. You just need to go to bed, okay?”
“Come on, let’s go.” I tried to pull her back down the hall. The arm that was in my hand was jerked back violently as she shot me a warning glare.
She shook her head profusely, “No! I need to forget! I need to be numb!”
Tears were visibly pouring down her face then. She was shaking as sobs took over her body. Niall wrapped his arms around her as she fought him, ultimately failing as she became limp in his embrace, sobbing into his shoulder. “I can’t do this anymore.”
Niall kept his tight hold on her, whispering into her ear, “We’ve got you, Tay. You’re safe.”
My heart was breaking for my best friend all over again. I thought we were past this, but I thought wrong.

Harry’s POV:
Taylor broke free from Niall’s grasp and glanced at me, I could see the pain written on her face. With one last quick swig, she stalked back to her room and slammed the door. I stood there in shock, glancing at Haley who had tears running down her face as well. Her heart visibly broken.
“She said she was better.” Her voice was broken, chin quivering.
Niall sighed, kissing her forehead. “Well obviously she's not. But that isn't something you get over quickly. You know that. We just need to be here for her, like we always are. That’s all we can do right now.”
“I'm sorry, I'll just leave.” I muttered, grabbing my jumper that was draped over the back of the couch. I suddenly felt like I was intruder on the conversation and their lives. This wasn't my place to be.
“Actually, she might like someone to talk to that doesn't know what's going on.” Haley spoke up, her voice hoarse from the alcohol and crying. “She won't speak to me or Niall for the rest of the night.”
“Why?”
She sighed, “That's just how this goes.”
“This has happened before?” I asked, now more concerned than ever. What exactly was I trying to get myself into? What kind of mess was this and was it worth what I originally thought?
“After what happened, it became a regular thing-- the drinking, the outbursts, the fighting. I guess she thought it was a good way to cope.” Haley frowned, looking down at her shoes. “I’m sorry, I’ve had enough of tonight. I’m going to bed. I’m sorry about all of this.”
Niall rubbed her back, placing a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll be in soon.”
She granted me a sad smile before walking towards the door opposite of Taylor’s. I longed to knock on her door, to make sure she was alright, but I wasn’t sure if it was my place or if I needed to. After all, my suspicions were confirmed, this was much deeper than Haley and Niall had originally led on.
“Stay, don’t want you driving after having a few.” Niall offered, scratching his neck, obviously trying to figure out the mess that just played out. “I better go check on Haley.”
I nodded, not sure if I should leave or not. Something inside of me told me to leave, to get as far away from this as I could, but for some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to. “Thanks, man. I’ll hang out for a bit. Sober up enough to walk back to the house.”
“If you need anything, we’ll be right in here.” He patted my shoulder before making his way back to Haley’s room.

---

The sound of a loud thud had me jolting from my light sleep. I sat up from my position on the couch, catching a glimpse of a stumbling Taylor, still in her clothes from the party and toting the Jack Daniels bottle. I jumped up, catching her before she fell.
“Easy there, tiger.” I muttered, startling her slightly. She glanced up at me, eyes glazed over, eyebrows knitting together.
“What are you doing here?” She slurred, becoming a rag doll in my hold, catching me off guard. After steadying myself again, I hooked an arm behind her legs, walking towards the couch and placing her down gently.
I sighed, “Wanted to make sure you were alright.”
“Why does everyone keep saying that?” She groaned, “I’m fucking fine.”
“I’m sure you are, sober.”
She sat up, “Don’t fucking start with me, Styles.”
“I’m not trying to do anything.” I held my hands up in defense, fixing my eyes on the bottle in her hands, noticing it was almost empty. “But how about we get you some water and something to eat?”
Her eyes rolled, but eventually she loosened her grip on the bottle enough for me to take it from her. She laid there, looking utterly defeated, if it hadn’t been for her evident sadness, I might would have chuckled at her state, but this wasn’t something funny.
“I need to get out of these clothes.” I grumbled and before I could stop her, she was pulling her shirt over her head, revealing her tanned torso. I tried to stop my gaze from falling to her chest, but I noticed something right below her bra. Along her ribcage, ran a long scar, making my heart clench. “I got cut during a fishing trip.”
Her voice startled me, pulling my gaze back up to her face. Though her face was stoic, something told me she was lying. “Oh.”
“Shit, you must think I’m some stripper or something.” She mumbled, quickly finding her shirt that she had just discarded to the floor and covering her full chest.
I chuckled, “Not quite.”
“Um, let me go change.” She slurred, shuffling towards her room. Moments later, I heard another thud. Worriedly, I stalked towards the back of the house finding her struggling to get her skinny jeans down her legs. “Help.”
I hesitated, again, not wanting to take advantage of her. “Are you sure?”
She huffed, falling back onto her bed. “Harry, it’s not like we’re having sex. I just need to change clothes and I keep getting dizzy.”
I noticed a stack of folded clothes on her dresser, grabbing a tshirt and a pair of sleep pants for her to wear. She was still struggling to work the denim down her legs, but barely trying, her intoxication slowly drifting her to sleep. “Stay with me until we get you some water.”
She groaned as I pulled the pants up her legs, “Just let me sleep.”
“Nope, you’re not winning this one.” I told her, picking her up and throwing her over my shoulder, making my way into the kitchen. Raiding the pantry for something filling, I found some peanut butter and bread, making her a quick little sandwich. I browsed the fridge for any bottles of water, finally finding one hidden behind a jar of pickles. “Here, eat up and drink.”
She pulled her hands from her face, grabbing the sandwich and taking a lazy bite. “Thanks.”
“S’no problem.” I muttered, washing the knife I had used. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah.” She deadpanned, taking another bite of her sandwich. The both of us stayed silent, but I noticed the faint sound of music playing, I soon recognized it was Fleetwood Mac playing from her record player. It was a comfortable few minutes of quiet as she finished her sandwich and water.
“Harry?” She muttered, her voice hoarse. “Can I ask you a question?”
I looked at her, taking in her face. Black streaks cascaded down her cheeks, her cheeks flushed. “Of course.”
“Why are you still here?”
I shrugged, not really sure myself as to why I was, but for some reason couldn’t leave. Something was pulling me to her. “Because I see that you’ve had a hard time, I was just trying to help.”
“I don’t deserve it, though. I don’t deserve Haley’s forgiveness either, I really don’t deserve her at all.” She admitted, looking down at her water bottle solemnly. “If you only knew how much we’ve been through and how much strain I caused in our friendship, you’d never look at me the same.” A single tear fell down her face and I just looked at the girl before me. Now more than ever, I wanted to know what had caused all of her pain and a part of me wanted to be the healing she needed, but not knowing if that’s what was best. This whole situation seemed deeper than anyone had led on and I wasn’t sure if it was in my best interest to get involved, but still, I couldn’t leave.
“Sorry.” She shook her head, gulping down the rest of her water. “I’m sorry for all of this.”
I shrugged, offering her a small smile, hoping to see her mood change slightly. “Shit happens.”
“Um, well I’m wide awake now. We could watch a movie.” I could tell her drunkenness was slowly subsiding, at least enough for her to talk normally again.
“That sounds great, but I can’t promise I won’t fall asleep halfway through.”
She smiled a bit, “I won’t hold it against you.”
We sat on the couch, only a foot or two between us as we browsed through Netflix. She snuggled deep into the couch, covering herself with a fluffy blanket.
“How I Met Your Mother is always a good choice,” She yawned, slightly inching towards me.
I chuckled, enjoying the decreasing space between us. “How I Met Your Mother it is, then.”
*
She had only made it through two and a half episodes before she was out cold. At some point during that time, she had slowly inched down to lay her head on my shoulder. Unbothered by it, I snuck my arm around her waist, feeling her snuggle deeper into me.
I couldn’t help but smile slightly, something about this felt right. Although we had only met two days before, there was a pull towards her and I wanted to pursue it. If not in a romantic way, then at the very least, a friendly way. Something told me she was brought to me for a reason, and I wanted to find out.

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Taylor’s POV:
It had been a while since I had woken up this hungover. Sharp pains were shooting through my brain at the slightest of movements I made. My body felt like it had been put through the wringer and I wanted nothing more than to bury myself in my bed and not come out until I was eighty-nine. But something felt off, I wasn’t in bed. My eyes fluttered open, seeing my hand loosely fisting the fabric of a shirt that adorned none other than Harry.
Oh shit, what have I done now?
I quickly sat up, instantly regretting that decision when the shooting pains increased in my skull. “Fuck”
Harry stirred awake, stretching his long limbs before rolling his head to the side to face me. “How are you feeling?”
I groaned, covering my face with my hand. “Let’s not talk about it.”
He stood from the couch, shuffling to the kitchen to open up the fridge. He returned only moments later with a bottle of water, “Where do you keep your pain relievers?”
“Above the sink in the kitchen, in the cabinet.” I answered, taking a long swig of the water, the cold soothing my raw throat.
“Here, take four.” He offered out his hand with four ibuprofen already taken from the bottle. I looked up at him, silently thanking him and also wondering why he was still here.
After taking the pills, I sunk back into the couch, hoping to find a comfortable position. I glanced up at him, he was still looking at me, obviously holding back from saying something.
“What happened?”
His eyes widened a bit before taking his seat next to me again. “Well um, you kind of, went a little overboard last night.”
“What do you mean?”
“You don’t remember anything?” He asked, concern written on his face.
I tried to think back to the night before, the only thoughts I could recollect was Harry’s arrival. After that, it was all a blur. “No.”
He sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair, obviously trying to find the right words. “Well, you had it out with Haley.”
“What?” I asked, my heart rate increasing remembering the last time we had had it out with each other. The night that I thought I lost my best friend. I hoped and prayed that last night was not a repeat performance.
As Harry recalled the events from the night before, I felt my heart break and guilt consume me. Had I really done it again? Had I really lashed out at my best friend for helping, again? Tears started falling from my eyes and I knew I needed to talk to her.
Before I knew it, my feet had found the hardwood floors, taking me back to Haley’s room and leaving Harry in the living room. I hesitantly knocked on the door, not knowing if she’d talk to me now that I had done this twice. Only moments later, the door swung open revealing a shirtless Niall, fresh from a shower. One look at my face and he wrapped his arms tightly around me as I sobbed into his shoulder.
“It’s okay, Tay.” He soothed, rubbing my back. “She knows you didn’t mean it.”
“I need to apologize to her, I can’t lose her again Niall.”
“Tay, you’re never gonna lose me.” Haley said quietly, coming from the bathroom, walking over to me before pulling me into one of her comforting hugs. “I know more than anyone what you’ve been through and if you really think that one little spat is going to get rid of me, then you’re not really my best friend and I need to find that crazy bitch that I really live with.”
She chuckled, pulling back and keeping me at arms length, her words bringing a slight smile to my face, my worries slowly decreasing.
“I’m so sorry for what I said.” I said sincerely, taking her hands in mine and squeezing them. “Truly.”
She shrugged, “I had already forgiven you last night, I just needed your ass to sober up so I could make sure you were still alive.”
Haley was truly the greatest person I knew, one of the only people that truly has been there through thick and thin. I didn’t deserve her friendship or her forgiveness, she was way too merciful with me. There was no way I would be alive and well if it weren’t for her.
“Well, I think Harry took care of me last night. God only knows how much of a handful I am, I hope I didn’t scare him off.” I sighed, genuinely concerned for what Harry thought of me now. Although I wasn’t interested in being involved with anyone romantically, I couldn’t help but be pulled to Harry for whatever reason it was. “I’m really sorry.”
“Dude, will you stop apologizing?” Haley chuckled.
I smiled slightly, bringing her in for another hug. “I hope you know you’re my person.”
*
Walking back into the living room, I had silently hoped Harry was still there but another part of me just wished that he would rid himself of any kind of relationship with me completely. He didn't need to be roped into this, I couldn't do that to him. He seemed so genuine, which was refreshing considering the guys I seemed to always attract had been the complete opposite. Despite my wanting him to save himself from me, I still felt a pull to him. I wanted to know him, there was a reason I met him. I could feel it in the pit of my stomach.
“Everything alright?” He asked from the couch, standing from his seat.
Smiling a bit, I ran a hand through my hair, realizing then just how much I needed a shower. Despite the night of heavy drinking and drama, he still looked good. I inwardly cursed myself for looking like such a mess in front of him this early on, but oh well, it was too late now.
“Um, yeah.” The room grew silent, neither of us knowing what to say next. A feeling in the pit of my stomach was telling me that he was looking for an opportunity to leave and in all honesty, I didn't blame him.
Dimples indented his cheeks then, glancing at the floor momentarily before looking back up at me with sparkling green eyes, making my heart do the cursed thing yet again. “Do you want to go get some breakfast? As friends, of course.”
My eyes flickered to the clock on the wall, 1:32 pm. I chuckled, “Well, I think we may be a little late for breakfast, but lunch sounds great.”
*
“So, what brought you here of all places?” I asked, sipping my protein smoothie, hoping it would aid in my hangover recovery.
He smiled, “I could ask you the same, Miss Southern Belle.”
It was true, I was just as much of a rarity as he was at Syracuse , at least where accents and hometowns were concerned.
“Well, my dad is from here and this is where he went to school. I spent a lot of time here when I was little during football season, so I've always loved it here.”
“Did you consider other places?”
I thought for a moment, of course there had been other options I had considered, but when it came down to it, Syracuse just felt like home to me. “Yeah, but none of them offered what SU did.”
“How come we've never met before this year?” He asked, biting into his club sandwich. “Obviously you took a year off but there was two years before that.”
“Well I guess I can credit that to the fact that I didn't go out much during those two years except for a handful of times.”
“Just not keen on going out or?”
I sighed, trying to figure out a way to word this that wouldn't cause more questions to arise. “I was just really focused on spending time with my boyfriend at the time rather than going out.”
“Oh, I'm assuming he's out of the picture now, right?”
“Thankfully, yes.” And for the first time, I felt like I could genuinely smile about that. “You still haven't answered the question.”
“Erm, well, I just wanted something different. I researched a lot of universities in America and felt that this one fit me best.”
I smiled as he delved into stories from his childhood, finding myself enjoying the conversation and his company more and more as we sat there. The conversations seemed to flow easily, the both of us never running out of things to talk about. All too soon, our plates were empty and the check was being brought to the table.
“I got it.” He offered, pulling his wallet from his pocket.
I placed my hand on his as he reached for the book, “No, please, let me. After all you did for me last night and how rude I was to you that first day, I think I owe you. So, I got it.”
He hesitated but eventually pulled back, placing the cash he had just pulled, back into his wallet.
“This goes against everything I believe as a gentleman, but I suppose I am still a little sore from you brushing me off.” His eye dropped into a wink making me blush. How did he manage to do that with the smallest of gestures? “Thank you.”
“My pleasure.”
*
“Thank you again for breakfast.” He smiled as we drove back to my house. “I'd love to hang out again.”
I blushed again, “Um-”
“As friends of course.” He clarified, throwing me a small grin. “Don't want to pressure you into a date, I'm hoping you'll want to on your own.”
Wink.
I chuckled, “You are one of a kind, Styles. You know that?”
“I've been told a few times.”
He was something alright.

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