So Right, But So Wrong (h.s au)

So Right, But So Wrong (h.s au)

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After a difficult summer, Adrianna Jones just wanted to have a normal senior year with her friends and temperamental boyfriend, Jack. Little did she know that Mr. Styles, her student teacher, would entice her in such a way. With both of them running from a past they'd rather forget, they can't deny the inexplicable connection they share. Against all odds, will their love prevail? HI GUYS!!!!!! This is our first story... so we accept helpful tips and constructive criticism. We both love Harry and, although this is a Harry Styles fan fiction, the way we write him as a character is in no way affiliated with the actual Harry Styles.
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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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