“You,” he scoffed. “You don’t believe in love.” He looked astounded, as if this news was most unpredictable.
I paused, replying as monotone as my voice could muster, “I believe in love. I just don’t desire it. It’s destructive. It ruins people.”
His brow shot up, surprised by my answer.
“Don’t tell me you’re a romantic,” I laughed. His posture grew tensed and he morphed back into the asshole I’d met a few days before.
“No,” he stated. But surprising me too, he voiced the words I never dreamed him uttering, “But I think love is beautiful.”
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A hop, skip, and an ocean away, Annelie Mills arrives in London, attempting to run away from her past. With a job offer and a place to stay by her overbearing family, she feels she can flee from her afflicted past. Not wanting to impose on her relatives, and eager to get on her own feet, Annelie searches for a roommate, and she finds one in the introverted, mysterious, and unusually intriguing asshole, Harry Styles. Laced with drama, laughs, and newfound happiness, Annelie tries to build a new life, but will it fall to pieces?
(dun dun dun)
When Harry Styles was accepted into a post-grad degree, he knew he could no longer afford his flat, leaving him with three options:
1) Move back into student halls.
2) Become homeless.
3) Move in with his best (and only) friend, Niall, and three of Niall's other mates.
He went with the third option. But it was a close race.
Shame one of his roommates reminded him why he only has one friend.
If there is one thing Louis Tomlinson can't stand, it's pretentious tossers, having grown up around enough of them. If there is one thing he can't live without, it would be his friends. So he was proper thrilled to move in with his best mates and a couple of other lads.
That was until he discovered one of them was the archetype for a pretentious tosser.
In the interest of seeing out the twelve-month lease without killing each other, they both try (debatable) to get along despite believing they are opposite in almost every conceivable way, each having the communication skills of a cucumber, and secrets that have no business be kept secret.