"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

"If I didn't hate you I'd tell you to stop being such a fucking tease." "If I didn't hate you maybe I'd actually want to fuck you. Shut up, Harry." "Why do you even work here? You're just some trust fund bitch who lives off daddy's money." "Like you're not? Your dad literally owns this place. You're just some washed-up prick." "Anna-" "Leave Harry. Some of us actually have a job to do." * * * Annabelle Heyford, a 22-year-old college student, picks up a job at the bar her best friend, Maeve, and her brother work at. Harry Styles, a 23-year-old college dropout, works at his father's bar. He's freshly single, coming out of a long, toxic relationship. She thinks he's a washed-up dick with no work ethic. He thinks she's a pretentious bitch who lives off her parents' money. But those thoughts don't stick around too long...