Rowan [Harry Styles]

Rowan [Harry Styles]

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"Speak softly, but carry a big can of paint." -Banksy Rowan Reed wants one thing: to become an award-winning journalist. But instead of chasing truth, she's stuck writing fluff pieces about wedding announcements and socialites for one of London's top newspapers. Not ideal-especially for someone who doesn't believe in love... or people, really. When a crew of anonymous graffiti writers begins blanketing the city with bold, cryptic messages, Rowan sees her chance. Unmask them. Write the story that puts her on the map. But tracking them down leads her straight into the path of Harry Styles-a cocky, sharp-tongued graffiti artist with a secret and a past he doesn't want uncovered. He's everything she can't stand. And everything she can't seem to ignore. As their worlds collide, Rowan finds herself torn between the story she's always wanted... and a man who's rewriting all her rules. Contains mature and explicit content. For readers 18+. All rights reserved.
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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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