The Guardian
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Ongoing, First published Apr 24, 2015
February 2011
He was so damn nervous, but everyone knew he could sing so I wasn't worried, he was ready. He grabbed the mic and I followed shortly behind and glides to the judges table. Then he started singing. 

November 2013 
He was walking, his security trying to fight off the fans and the paparazzi. And he tripped. I had to act fast. I flew around him and held him up by his chest until he caught his footing, the car flying passed barely missing his head. My heart was pounding as I sagged to the floor in relief, all the while he was laughing.

June 2014
He was hanging by the side of a bridge. Cameras rolling and he lost his balance. I hovered under him giving a a slight push. He gripped his chest and grabbed his close friend, Zayn, with a nervous laugh.


My name is Rose. He is Harry Styles and I am his Guardian angel.
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47 parts Ongoing

BOOK #3 He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous. I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time. Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is. I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me. Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way. But we can't... we're not supposed to be together. We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide. Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me. But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him. And still, he doesn't care. ---- Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected. Exactly my type. I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in. And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe. But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me? I want him. And I will have him.