It's 1977. Harry is the town's trouble maker with a natural charm. Marley is the outspoken girl that refuses to fall for it. After an unexpected friendship forms, the two naive teenagers are forced to grow up overnight and face their new adult responsibilities. Would they manage to make it work, or would they eventually crumble under the pressure?

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"Katie, this is Harry, Elijah, Niall and Lucas," Louis introduces me to the four tattoo artists sitting in the back room. They're each working on different designs at their separate stations. "Hi," I greet them, waving awkwardly. Niall, Elijah and Lucas smile at me warmly, each saying a quick hello. Harry looks me up and down, scoffing and rolling his eyes before glancing back down to whatever he was doing. What the hell was that? "Ignore him," Louis whispers. "He's like that with everyone." I stand there nervously and chuckle, trying to brush off the strange reaction. A wave of uneasiness towards the tattooed man with curly hair comes over me. Oh god, what have I gotten myself into? - TRIGGER WARNING FOR: SEXUAL CONTENT / DRUG AND ALCOHOL ABUSE / VULGAR LANGUAGE / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL ILLNESS / SELF HARM / TALK OF DEATH AND SEXUAL ASSAULT / SEX CRIMES

de•si•rous | /dəˈzīrəs/ | adjective • having or characterized by desire - "H-Harry?" I whisper, my eyes widening. I blink a few times to make sure I'm not going crazy. "What are you doing here?" He asks with furrowed brows, closing the door behind him as he takes a few steps towards me. "Are you in my class?" "Your class?" I question, tilting my head to the side. "No, I- wait, are you the professor?" He chuckles, his dimples popping out as a smile grows across his face. He runs his hand through his short brown curls; his hair used to be so long. He looks so... grown up. "I am," he nods, slipping his hands into his pant's pockets. "Oh... I guess I'm your teaching assistant, then." - CONTENT WARNING FOR LANGUAGE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DOMESTIC VIOLENCE