Arlie Addams, the biggest actress in Hollywood. At the top of the world; she stars in every movie, is on the cover of every magazine and is sought-after by every celebrity stylist. She is invincible to everyone, except herself. Harry Styles, a musician enjoying the peak of his career. With two award-winning albums, a Vogue cover, and numerous prestigious awards under his belt. He is perfect at everything he sets his mind to, except relationships. What could possibly go wrong when two people still healing from their tumultuous breakup are cast alongside each other in the most anticipated movie of the year? To add fuel to the fire, Arlie is already in a long-term relationship with the man directing them both. With secrets, lies, affairs, scandals and songwriting warping their lives, will Arlie and Harry ever be able to get over the heartbreak from years ago? Or will Arlie Addams forever be Hollywood's biggest flight risk?

"In silent screams, in wildest dreams, I never dreamed of this."

"You'll never get this done, you know?" The satisfaction was evident in his voice. "You could leave me alone so I can actually get this finished. Or pick up a brush." I gestured to the abundance of supplies I had purchased. "Mmm, no thanks. Don't really have my painting clothes on." My smirk reappeared and I turned fully to face him. "That's a real shame," I cocked my head to the side and fake pouted before pointing in his direction, "the door frame is wet." His body shot off the door frame he had been leaning against and he looked over his shoulder to see the line of white paint trailing down his presumably expensive coat. "Have a great rest of your day, Mr Styles." I flicked my hands in a 'go away' gesture before sliding the door closed behind him. **** TW: This story contains mentions/descriptions of physical/emotional/sexual abuse, coarse language and mature content. HIGHEST RANKINGS: No.3 #HarryStyles No.1 #HarryStylesFanfic No.6 #Friendships No.1 #HarryEdwardStyles No.1 #Soft No.1 #hs No.1 #1D No.1 #alternateuniverse No.1 #slowburn

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