when lacey met harry

Lacey Burket longed for a life so different than the one she currently had in New York.

Harry Styles longed for a life so different than the one he was now being forced to live in New York.

When Lacey & Harry meet, it seems like fate, until life, runs their paths astray.

Can they find a way to reconnect their paths, or will the whirlwind of New York City push them further away.

SNIPPET:

"Well I'm glad I contributed. What are these tattoos?" I said tracing the small outlines of what was showing. He reached up and pulled his shirt slightly down.

"Swallows. I don't know, I thought it looked cool. And then I have a butterfly on my stomach area."

I nodded as he spoke and reached down, sliding his shirt up so I could see. I couldn't ignore the way he took a deep breath as my fingers skimmed over his skin until the shirt was high enough to reveal the butterfly. I traced my finger over it.

"I really like this one." I said in a soft whisper as my eyes glanced down the rest of his body, stopping at the ferns that were perfectly engraved on his lower abdomen. My fingers moved to them, tracing their outline as Harry reached up and pulled my face down towards his, placing soft kisses on my lips.

"I don't want to mess this up, Lacey. I have a tendency to do that." He whispered softly against my lips.

"So then don't. I got too used to having you around." I whispered back and he nodded, kissing me again softly.