Nora Dodson is a "fast-talking, F-bomb-dropping, born-and-bred New Yorker". Harry Styles is no longer a member of One Direction. He's lovely, kind and a very odd young man, though he's entirely unhappy in his relationship. But then he meets Nora an...
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Her eyes had a seductive glint in them as she peered up at me and immediately, I felt uncomfortable. I knew I couldn't send her away, because I'd promised a friend that I'd work on some writing with her, but I wasn't going to be too friendly. "I've been a fan of yours for so long, and this is just...it's an amazing opportunity, so thank you, Harry." I force a smile.
"Of course." I point to the small cushioned area in one of the recording studios that I usually rented out. "Shall we get back to it then?"
"Please." Her breasts are spilling out of her bra, which can be easily seen through her mesh top and her leggings are very, very snug around her...bottom half, and all I can say is that I've never been more disinterested in a female. "I'm so excited for what we're going to do, Harry." Again, my faux smile was given to her. I'm annoyed that we've still got a good hour left. Her tacky and obscenely long acrylic nails graze my forearm and I make a point to pull my arm away. I don't trust her, she's just...that kind of girl. I can feel it, and I know because I've met enough of them. As if she's read my mind, there's a knock on the door and I turn to see my unimaginably gorgeous wife leaning into the room.
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