Ava Wood was a tattoo fanatic. Her dream was to be covered, head to toe, and model off her art. She grew up in the small town of Aberdeen, Scotland, living with her over-protective parents, until she moved out with her long time best friend. She attends all the latest Tattoo Conventions, spread all over the UK, making sure to connect with all the right people, and keeping her down to earth attitude.
During her trip to the London Tattoo Convention 2015, her first day, stoked as ever, she was lucky enough to bump into boy band sensation, UK singer Zayn Malik from One Direction. Or was she unlucky? Ava was not the type of person to listen to the 1D boys, or anyone like them for that matter. She's quick to judge Zayn's tactic's for trying to get with her, but is quickly corrected.
Or was she right all along? Zayn toys with her head, pulling on her emotions strings, and playing games with her heart. Two can play at that game, and Ava wasn't about to lose. What happens, when the player is played, and possibly beat? Two people from completely different words. A world known, bad boy singer, and a small, sassy mouthed nobody, what could go wrong?
(This is a really old book I recently brought back)
Finally, Harry Styles gets to move into his new flat in Bradford. He's waited so long for this day to come and to find his dream job that he knew was closest to the home he was looking at. To become a tattoo artist, his love for art, ink and drawings has developed into something he see's himself doing for a lifetime.
Everything felt just right, the beauty of things and the fresh air that he knew would bring him nothing but peace. There was only one problem though, he felt like everywhere he went, he was being watched. Could that be because he's somewhere different? Maybe his anxiety was getting the best of him?
Zayn malik, the one neighbor most people avoid because of the way he looks and his quiet personality. The raven haired man never bothered to really make conversation with people who weren't real close to him which was probably never. He was alone, dealt with situations alone and hated pretty much the entire neighborhood for no real reason. But something inside of him had changed one day, not just something but someone. The moving truck, the boxes, a man with long curly hair and deep dimples. Zayn knew he had to have him, he needed him more than he needed air. So what a better way to catch up on this man than to watch his every move.