“You gotta fight, baby.” Harry whispered, tilting his head towards me and grinning cutely. “If you want the right to party, you gotta fight for it.” “You just quoted a song.” “I know.” Arabella Wilson was America’s sweetheart, winning the hearts of people all across the world. The world thought she could do no wrong, and she had proved them right. Until she met Harry Styles. HARRY STYLES FANFICTION © MERMXIDSAll Rights Reserved