Honestly, the last thing I expected that night at the tattoo shop was hitting Harry Styles in the head with my favorite four-inch heels. And if you had told me that within a week of that incident I would sit through a college Psychology class with Harry, see him stark naked, and party with One Direction in Las Vegas, I would have asked you what you were smoking (and if I could have some). However, life has a funny way of surprising me, per usual. If this was one week of having Harry Styles in my life during One Direction’s world tour, I was in for one wild ride.
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Sugar Skulls (One Direction/Harry Styles)
FanfictionPlease note that this story includes drug use/references, addiction, mature language, and sexual themes.
