Aria Mirabella lived the stereotypical teen dream. Perfect looks, smart, rich...hell, Harry Styles is her boyfriend. But this all changes when her father is murdered. For the first time, Aria sees Harry's dark and twisted side.
It's overwhelming.
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Aria Mirabella was luckier than most girls her age. For example, she was exceptionally good looking. Her hair was chocolate brown and stopped mid-back in perfect waves, her skin was golden and she had been blessed with being both well endowed and skinny. People told her that she was what Kim K. strived to become but never could. At the tender age of eighteen, it didn't sound like a compliment. This had made her vain but most people didn't care or simply didn't take notice. Her looks could kill. But that wasn't the only thing that made her luckier than most.
"You know I love you to bits, love." Harry smiled, pinching her cheek as Aria laughed. How cute!
"Awe come here, my little Cheshire Cat!" Aria cooed, giving him a peck on the lips. Replying with a small groan, Harry frowned as she pulled away, combing his fingers through his thick hair. He faked a pout and folders his arms.
"You're always such a tease!"he laughed, his emerald eyes shining with amusement. Aria had been dating the one and only Harry Styles for about a month now and the two were inseparable. Even though he had a rather arduous career as a part of One Direction, he always seemed to have time for her.
Whenever he did see Aria, he came with some expensive gift and many kisses and they would end up either going on a date or doing the famous Netflix and chill fad at her mansion. Aria never got tired of it. His laugh, bad jokes, curly hair were all so appealing to her. She really loved Harry, or so she thought.
She was on a date with Harry when it happened...
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The bakery was comfortable and warm. Pastel walls and wooden floors really made it homey and the dull glow of the oil lamps alongside the setting sun gave it a most genial feel. However, Aria didn't look at that. She was more occupied with her boyfriend who was begging that she ate the delicious food that he had purchased.
"The pastries are lush here, you have to try one." Harry insisted, pushing the plate of delicacies towards her. The scent of French butter and vanilla caramel wafted towards her. Delicious! He knew what she liked.
