Winters in London are cold. Harry drinks tea to keep warm. Lena doesn't like that. She's much more of a coffee person, really.

A Harry Styles fanfiction. Harry Styles was different than most self-proclaimed players. The first clue was that he was, indeed, self-proclaimed; he didn't need others to point anything out for him. But, instead of fighting the very existence of love until his limbs were tired, he welcomed it. In fact, he'd always wanted it. So when Harry meets Ella Mason the first day of his sophomore year in college, it doesn't take long to know she's the one he had always been waiting for. After all, just months before, he'd said goodbye to his old ways. It was perfect timing. Or was it? ❝You're my safe place, baby. You're my haven.❞ © Amanda V. Montgomery Warning: Contains Mature Content.

"You're nothing but a con man." "I prefer con artist, sweetheart." ➳ Winner of Season 3 1D Watty Awards for Best Smut