Where We Are ❀ H.S

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Are you down for some midnight memories?
    
    19 year old Ava Rowland can't seem to find her way through life. After dropping out of college, getting kicked out of home, and remaining jobless, Ava begins to question what she's actually doing with her life. That is, of course, before joining her best friend, Lydia, on a two month trip to London in December 2013. She was soaring through London pubs and clubs with no responsibilities and a clear enough mind. While assisting her friend through her photography trip to London,  Ava finds herself waiting to cross the London bridge one cold night. However, she's stopped by long yellow tape around the entrence of the bridge, informing people that the One Direction boys are filming a music video and nobody is allowed on the premesis. "Who the fuck are they?" she thought. As she was about to leave, she was met with those emerald, olive eyes. Ones that compelled her to stay without having to say a word. Once she thought she had cleaned up her life, for the most part, he just had to step in and make a mess of it. Harry fucking Styles.
    
    [THIS STORY CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE/ SEXUAL CONTENT/  & DRUG USE]All Rights Reserved

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Are you down for some midnight memories?
    
    19 year old Ava Rowland can't seem to find her way through life. After dropping out of college, getting kicked out of home, and remaining jobless, Ava begins to question what she's actually doing with her life. That is, of course, before joining her best friend, Lydia, on a two month trip to London in December 2013. She was soaring through London pubs and clubs with no responsibilities and a clear enough mind. While assisting her friend through her photography trip to London,  Ava finds herself waiting to cross the London bridge one cold night. However, she's stopped by long yellow tape around the entrence of the bridge, informing people that the One Direction boys are filming a music video and nobody is allowed on the premesis. "Who the fuck are they?" she thought. As she was about to leave, she was met with those emerald, olive eyes. Ones that compelled her to stay without having to say a word. Once she thought she had cleaned up her life, for the most part, he just had to step in and make a mess of it. Harry fucking Styles.
    
    [THIS STORY CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE/ SEXUAL CONTENT/  & DRUG USE]

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