Se si ama non ci sono ostacoli che non si possano superare, strano però che se poi ci mettiamo anche le insicurezze le cose iniziamo a cambiare ... Nato dai forse , finito in un <<Non è finita, tanto>> e iniziata in un <<proviamoci>> Una nota canzone dice <<PER DUE CHE COME NOI NON SI SON PERSI MAI E SE GUARDI IN DIETRO NON CI CREDERAI>> come per dire che le cose inaspettate sono la parte più bella , forse la parte migliore di tutto il casino chiamata Vita ... Due ragazzi , due destini pronti ad unirsi per creare magia , due ragazzi diversi ma simili , perché si sa che <<per quanta strada ancora c'è da fare amerai il finale >>

opulence /ˈɒpjʊl(ə)ns,ˈɒpjʊləns/ great wealth or luxuriousness. Apollo III, a gang consisting of all girls, tasked with robbing Casino's all over America. What happens when Apollo III crosses paths with Harry Styles, the owner of Stardust Casino, and Harry's five best friends? // I made eye contact with piercing green eyes, as the purple lights from above danced on his face, he smirked as two girls grinded on him. He seemed to love the attention. Liked the thought that everyone is eating out of his hand, and he's aware of it. "What about him?" I questioned, nodding my head in his direction. "Him? He's dangerous... in many ways. He's a pathetic excuse for a human. He has a reputation, a scumbag who fucks around with everyone." She shouted to me over the music. I threw back a blowjob shot and thanked the bartender, he winked at me and I turned around in disgust. I rolled my eyes, "Wanker," I muttered under my breath. I grabbed another shot and noticed the man started to nudge and push people in the crowd, as he made his way towards me and the girls. Neveah clamped her hand around my wrist and started pulling me away, I slammed the shot glass on the bar as Neveah urgently pulled me away. I turned at the man with green eyes and brown hair as a curl fell down across his forehead, he smirked at me and I whipped my head back around to the front of me, to feel my wrist being squeezed by Neveah's hand. I felt a jolt of electricity course through my veins, but I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or him.

What happens when a baker and a graphic designer meet via a very specific Craigslist post? Fate, friendship, food, and maybe more. THIS IS NOT MY STORY. ALL CREDITS TO dolce_piccante ON AO3!!!!