"Why is your boöb hairy and hard?" Harry asked, confusion lacing his melodic, fangirl-inducing voice as he lied beside me in the dark. "Because that's not my boöb. It's a coconut." +++ When famous singer, songwriter and actor Harry Styles' private plane crashes and only him and the filipino beauty, Monica Laire, are...
* * * * * * COMPLETED * * * * * * We laid together in silence, Harry running his fingers through my hair, me tracing the ink scattering his chest and abdomen. I could lay here forever... At least until my mind starts running wild. "What is this to you Harry?" I whisper, afraid to ask. I don't know where that came from...
When good meets bad and turns into firing red of love. Like two chemicals creating a new bond or explosion. You know, opposites attract. Like Harry Styles and Darcy Wilde.
Harry doesn't know what love is. He'd gone there once and never went back. Ana is trying to live her innocent life until Harry comes along. Harry's main goal is to protect Ana from every situation possible.