RAZZLE ! DAZZLE: a One Direction {Harry Styles} Fanfiction Pt 1

RAZZLE ! DAZZLE: a One Direction {Harry Styles} Fanfiction Pt 1

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1Direction
Harry Styles
"Another tattoo. Another slap in the face!" That's what Nigel Hightower said to the other Suits when he saw Harry's latest bit of body art. Niles was one of many "managers" and "handlers" hired by SYCO Records- the company responsible for the hugely successful pop group ONE DIRECTION. A year ago, Niles had replaced some quiet, faceless Suit whom the boys in the group had barely noticed was there. Niles was noticed. He was loud. He was aggressive. He fansied himself the next Simon Cowell. But at 43 years old, he'd been in show business for 20 years and was making a "modest" GBP 250,000 pounds/ $415,000 dollars a year as a "SYCO Suit". He was not the music mogul he'd promised his daughter, Victoria (now 16 years old) he would be. Niles Hightower was just one of many people paid to keep the ONE DIRECTION train moving and he was convinced that their Golden Boy- Harry Styles- was going off the rails.That would not due. Niles had a surprise for Rebel Harry. He would help this ungrateful farmboy off the 1D Train- but Niles had no intentions on stopping..........or even slowing down to do it.
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I cupped her face in my hands, rubbing my thumbs in circles over her cheeks. She was having trouble finding words to describe what she felt, and I could relate. I loved her more than words could describe and telling her I loved her was almost an insult to my true feelings for her. My heart ached at just the thought of her not being with me. I honestly don't know what I would have done with myself if I had never went to that stupid party and met her. But, I have a feeling, we would have found each other, eventually. This love's too strong to ignore forever. Both of us had pieces of us missing, that neither of us were aware of until we met. We were like two puzzle pieces that finally connected. "I love you," I whispered, leaning my forehead against hers. "I love you more," she replied in a small whisper, her hand reaching up to caress my cheek while the other rested on my thigh. I shook my head, annoyed and charmed by the audacity she had to think that she could possibly love me more. "I love you most," I persisted, causing her head to moved away from mine as she looked into my eyes. "Always?" She questioned, her eyes unreadable for a moment before a flash of fear passed through. "Forever," I assured her and meaning it. We could live an entire lifetime or for eternity, and my love for her would never fade. It would only grow. There was nothing in this world that would ever change the way I loved her. My, Katarina.

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