*Written in 2014* Book One in the Darien Grace Chronicles He was my siren song and all other melodies just seemed to pale in comparison.

We’re just friends. Zayn needs to get that tattooed somewhere so he never forgets.

Believe none of what you hear and only half of what you see. That’s what his father always tells him with that smile of his, the one that says, I’ll tell you that much, but the rest will cost you. Harry never knew what he meant, but he gets it now that he’s sitting in the dim bar of another hotel he won’t sleep in, the ice melting in his £18 gin and tonic. He doesn’t even like gin and tonic, but it’s all part of the game. And it is a game. It has to be, because if it isn’t that means he doesn’t enjoy it and he does.

Sherlock Horan, the man who solves cases with his incredibly powerful and smart mind. The one and only, who saves London city from danger. He promises you one thing; and that is to never let the people down. Harry (Watson) Styles, a reporter that writes about the daily accidents and abnormal events. He is a published author, and has issues with dreams and nightmares lately. When younger, he had studied for being a doctor. But ended up being a reporter instead. When those two collide, things are making whole London go crazy. Team up, and start solving! 16 January, Fan Fiction #778 / Romance #847 —————————————————————————————— 17 January, Fan Fiction #545 / Romance #699

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