"My flaws are draped in her mercy revered by her false perception and with her lips upon my skin she will undress my deception." The man who kissed me breathless. A kiss that removed a weight off my chest which made me feel like I'm floating. one night, no names, no strings, no expectations. Never ask about the past, never expect a future. Is he the man of my dreams? or the devil who'll take me to hell? Elizabeth Trainor, a twenty year old editor/writer, moves to France to start a new life, leaving her past behind. This is when she collides with Harry Styles. It's either surviving a trial of fire, or getting burnt in flames. Where the rest of the world is black and white, but they're screaming colour. -Story contains mature and explicit content. -vulgur language, sexual content, violence, mental health triggers, drugs and abuse. All rights reserved to @ifancyyouharry