You & I (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

You & I (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

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Harry Styles
Leah Lopez is a 20 years old young woman. When she graduated from high-school, she was confused and didn't know if she wanted to go to college. So her father asked a favor of his old college buddy Paul Higgins if he could get her job as a secretary or something. Paul offers her an assistant on your with him and his band One Direction. Over the 2 years, that Leah knows the boys she had become very close to Harry. She is one of guys. Leah has always acted and dressed like a Tomboy. When Leah meets Justin Bieber in person things change. She needs help becoming the woman she needs be to win Justin over and Harry is the one person she knows could help her. But has Harry always secretly loved his best friend. Has what Leah been looking for always been right in front of her? Can anything come between them? Are they just friends or is it more?
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"You'll never get this done, you know?" The satisfaction was evident in his voice. "You could leave me alone so I can actually get this finished. Or pick up a brush." I gestured to the abundance of supplies I had purchased. "Mmm, no thanks. Don't really have my painting clothes on." My smirk reappeared and I turned fully to face him. "That's a real shame," I cocked my head to the side and fake pouted before pointing in his direction, "the door frame is wet." His body shot off the door frame he had been leaning against and he looked over his shoulder to see the line of white paint trailing down his presumably expensive coat. "Have a great rest of your day, Mr Styles." I flicked my hands in a 'go away' gesture before sliding the door closed behind him. **** TW: This story contains mentions/descriptions of physical/emotional/sexual abuse, coarse language and mature content. HIGHEST RANKINGS: No.3 #HarryStyles No.1 #HarryStylesFanfic No.6 #Friendships No.1 #HarryEdwardStyles No.1 #Soft No.1 #hs No.1 #1D No.1 #alternateuniverse No.1 #slowburn

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