69 Shades Of Styles (Harry Styles Fanfic)

"You've got some balls, boy to be cheeky with someone like me." The Principal spat, his tone wary.
"Why, yes I do. They're humongous." Harry smirks, lowering his gaze to look down at them.
He didn't try to be the typical Bad Boy Wannabe. He was naturally one.
Having captivating emerald eyes with flecks of blue in them, messy dark hair, and a devilish grin, his looks themselves were enough to swoon anyone.
But what happens when he sets his eyes one the one girl immune to him?

"I just feel the need to point out that your rather ineffecient
charms don't work on me, Styles. Perhaps you could try them out at
your hands, I'm sure they're naive enough." Ananya chuckles, her eyes set alight with amusement as

Harry turned fire-truck red with embarrasment.
Ananya was a girl like no other. With honey colored brown-hazel
eyes that one could get lost into, a confident and humorous
personality it was easy to see why people all over fell for her.
She was the one who didn't believe in love. The one who proposed the
idea of 'No Strings Attached'.
She wasn't your average sweet, kind and innocent girl. Heck, she
was more of the average sass throwing, always sarcastic type. One
thing was clear, however. She definitely wasn't The average girl
next door. But what happens when she's forced to be the girl next
room?

All she wanted was a peaceful life, free from any distractions. And
that included guys. That would have gone according to course
if only Harry Fucking Styles hadn't decided to cross paths with her.
And maybe even planned to seduce her in the process...