Arrows, Wings and Tattoos.
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Last published Mon, Jun 9, 2014
Giving a low chuckle, a glint of happiness crossing Harry's eyes, he nudged me gently on the shoulder, "Funny enough, I didn't picture you to be the Arctic Monkey's type of girl."
I frowned quizzically, sticking out my bottom lip. "What type of girl did you picture me as, then?" I asked, raising an eyebrow tauntingly.
"Well-" he started, just as I felt a warm arm being wrapped around my waist, the scent of crushed pine needles and something else floating up to my nose.
"Where have you been, tattoo girl?" slurred Zayn, as he leant his head on top of mine, by body pressed up against him. "I see you're talking to tattoo boy, he given you any words of encouragement? You left me wanting to ink you up!"
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Harry, a reserved, employed englishman, meets Alicia, a shy college girl at a party in his own house. Will Harry open up to eager Alicia? Who will Alicia save, troublesome, dangerous Zayn, or mysterious and guarded Harry?
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