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Sloane is clueless. Harry is famous. Harry needs a break from LA. Sloane needs a break from everything. __________ He rolled off of me, coolly laying beside me as I struggled to catch my breath. "Oh my God," I muttered when I finally felt like I could breathe again. "Enjoy yourself?" he chuckled. I didn't even need to see his face to know the annoying little smirk that would be plastered across it right now. I used to be no-nonsense, cold to a fault when it came to men. Then Harry comes along with his too tight skinny jeans and his hair that's always a little messed up. Despite all of the reasons that I shouldn't like him, I did. I was putty in his hands-and he knew it. ____ Originally published on a different account, but I got locked out of my account. Continuing here! Highest Ranking: #3 in HarryEdwardStyles
Eileen Mae Montgomery, better known as El has been working for the Gucci special designs team for two years now. It's her dream job, but theres one thing she hates about it. The rude, narcissist celebrities. When she is assigned to work with Harry Styles to brainstorm and create his tour suits for his second world tour as a solo artists she was going to treat it as she would any other job assignment. That is until he asked her and some members of her team to join him on tour. El's was going to treat him the same as any other celebrity, but Harry had other ideas. She styled his clothes, but he didn't care about the clothes she put on him, he was more interested in what would come after the show, when the sequins and fun colors turned into a pile on the floor. EXCERPT: "I like you El." "Stop saying that. Stop saying you like me." He drops his hands, looking to me in confusion. "So you want me to lie?" He asks, smirking at my annoyance. "No I'd rather you keep it to yourself." I take my phone out , my annoyance rising, his smirk growing. "You've got three minutes before I leave, so talk." I tell him. "You're timing our conversations now?" He laughs a bit. "Two and a half minutes." "Okay fine. You don't show any interest in me unless we're..." His voice trails off, and I roll my eyes. "Unless we're sleeping together... yes, and your point?" COMPLETED!
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