I grew up in Cheshire, England. My best friend was a curly haired boy named, Harry Styles, yes, the pop sensational group of 5 amazing boys called One Direction. Me and Harry were best friends since we were little tikes. We grew up next to each other. We did everything together. I was there to support him while he was in White Eskimo, and I was there to support him while he tried out for Xfactor. He got in and we we're both so happy! We had a huge party and then he went to bootcamp, he didn't make it and got put in a group with 4 other boys, the band: One Direction. I moved to America a couple months after the boys got 3rd on Xfactor. I haven’t talked to Harry since. I think he's forgotten about me, but I haven’t forgotten about him

Working for a world-leading mafia, Harry knows how to kill, how to hunt his victims, and how to avoid any company of any kind. He's used to a lonely, quiet, and harsh environment. He is the best at what he does. And everything he does becomes problematic when he's assigned to protect the boss's daughter from world-known killers. Catalina tries to understand him, eventually failing because instead she falls for a man so willing to resist her. [Contains Mature Content]

[COMPLETED ✓] A story about an ambitious boy and a witty girl who fall in love through the exchange of text messages. Copyright © 2015 mesmereyes All Rights Reserved [Cover made by: Myself]

What happens at camp stays at camp. // est. July 26th, 2014 - #1 in fanfiction [cover by lex]

"Jesus Christ Mom! I'm 17 years old, I don't need a babysitter!"