"It's beautiful." My mouth quickly snaps back shut at the realization of how close I am to the over a hundred year old painting, just inches away. "It is," Harry admits cockily. I can still feel his smirk behind me, now joined by a stare I'm sure. His voice grows quieter again. "How much would you estimate it to cost, in your professional opinion?" "Roughly 22.7-38 million pounds," I huff, suddenly aware of both of our chests rising and falling quickly. He lets out a small whistle. "And would you believe I got it for free? What a steal." This is it. Another of his cards officially into play. Harry's a thief, a criminal. ---------------- La Grandeur Museum seems to hold the awe of everyone except its inheritor, Caroline Archambault. She's stuck in a black and white path until a familiar stranger, Harry Styles, adds color back into her world. But that's not the only thing he brings - art theft, forgery, and danger. Caroline is set to inherit far more than she ever planned.

18+ / Very Mature "Madison." "I need you." My voice is thick with emotion, quivering slightly at the thought of rejection. I didn't know if Harry wanted to take this further, if I was the only one feeling this level of longing. He takes his forehead away from mine and stares into my eyes, brows furrowed, "You need me?" His voice was full of disbelief, like the thought that I was pining for him in that way was impossible. "I need you." I repeat unwaveringly.

*CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* Have you ever met someone that made falling feel like flying? ~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Preview: "Do you think, if you jumped from this roof - it'd feel like falling or flying?" I ask, keeping up with our theme of asking random useless questions that we've been going back and forth with for the past half hour. I stare at my feet swinging back and forth, looking down at the alleyway behind the building; pondering the question over in my head that I often wonder too much about. I glance over to Harry when he doesn't answer straight away and he's watching me with a look I can't read. "Unless you were a bird or could fly, it would just feel like falling. Because you'd know you were going to hit the ground" he decides to answer, staring at me like he's somewhat bothered that I asked him that. I look back down at the ground, and shrug my shoulders, "I think if you didn't care about hitting the ground it could feel like flying for a few seconds." ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ STARTED 11TH MARCH 2019 - ONGOING