My friendship for Harry is laying on green grass on a hazy summer afternoon, hot chocolate in winter and swing sets at the park... But my love for Harry is poetry written by hand in leather journals, dried flowers pressed into novels and open button up shirts that expose my black swimmer tops. I realised something; hi...
And then I felt her lips on mine. It was soft and it was sweet and it was slow. I couldn't move. If I moved it would stop. But we were drunk. And she had a boyfriend. It didn't last longer than 5 seconds but it could've been hours as far as I was concerned. The heat between us was palpable. "Goodnight Harry." Sh...
"There wasn't anything for me at home anymore, I guess. What about you? You're clearly not from around here so why did you come here of all places?" He asks me. "To escape." I admit. "And did you escape it?" He asks and I linger upon his words, carefully plotting my response. Although I don't want to tell him anythi...
Harry is working on his third solo album and needs help. Nicola just moved to England to start over. When the two of them cross paths, they help one another more than they had anticipated. This novel is a fan fiction about Harry Styles. This is a made up story. Many of the details are accurate to Harry / his life h...