Getting accepted into an amazing photography program is Anna's dream, the fact that the program is in London is even better. But life is never that simple. Dealing with family issues and starting over in a new country Anna meets smug yet intoxicating Harry with his own set of issues. With new friendships and a new life Anna does her best to stay clear of the drama that suddenly seems to follow her. Including the tall British guy covered in tattoos with piercing green eyes and the worlds most intoxicating smirk. Who she just can't seem to get rid of. (BOOK ONE - LOST SERIES) "You like old shit huh?" A deep voice startles me, making me flinch slightly at the closeness of it. The voice came from behind me and I recognize it immediately. My body is suddenly frozen in place as I try to figure out if it's acceptable for me to ignore him till he goes away. I can smell his cologne and feel him standing far too close behind me looking over my shoulder at the cameras in the case in front of me. I swear this guy doesn't understand personal space. "Actually, I just like cameras," I correct him with a sassy tone staring up at him. He doesn't break our steady eye contact but what surprises me is neither do I. It's like I can't look away. (Harry Styles AU Story) *Contains some Mature Language and Sexual Content ℍ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕥 ℝ𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 #1 harrystyles #1 Styles #1 onedirection #1 Stylesfanfic #1 Harrystylesau #1 Fallinginlove #3 Harrystylesfanfiction All work is completely fictional and my own, please do not copy or plagiarize! Thank you! (Completed 05/17/20)

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

"Jesteś taki malutki." Żeby udowodnić swoją rację, Louis ścisnął mocno Harry'ego w swoich ramionach, a Harry przytulił się do klatki piersiowej Louisa możliwie jak najbliżej. "Moja śliczna laleczka z papieru." A kiedy Louis przytulił go ponownie, składając niepewny, lecz ciepły pocałunek na zimnym czole Harry'ego poczuł, że jego serce znowu to czuje, poczuł miłość. Delikatne trzepotanie, którego nawet najbardziej opanowany człowiek na świecie nie mógł powstrzymać. Kochał Louisa. Kochał go mimo to, że nie chciał, naprawdę nie chciał. Okej, no może trochę.