The High Life.

The High Life.

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, May 19, 2013
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Fanfic
1Direction
Harry Styles
Management has just announced that the boys will be spending 7 months in America promoting and touring for their new album. When the band's hotel is overbooked leaving them with no place to stay, Simon offers them his summer home in Barbados, which is currently being occupied his newly graduated, free-spirited,18 year old daughter Ashleigh. Let's just say that throughout the years, Ashleigh has learned that most boybanders are egotistical, arrogant asses who have no respect for women. And she can't stand them. She has only met the band once before, and let's just say....that didn't go as planned. So what will happen when she is forced to room with the one and only Harry Styles? Find out in...The High Life. ** "I know what people like you are like." I snapped. "You don't know anything about me..." He smirked, setting his drink down, and moving closer. It was dark, the music was pounding, and my head was buzzing from the alcohol I had consumed. I let my eyes wander up and down his body. His striped bathing suit hung low on his hips, revealing the waistband of his black Calvin Klein boxers, and his loose fitting tank top barely left any room for my imagination. Now and then I caught glimpses of the sparrow tattoos on his chest, and the large ship on his left bicep. Damn, he was hotter than I remembered. I walked towards him, and he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close. This shouldn't be happening...not again. Suddenly I felt his lips attach to my neck, sucking roughly on my collar bone. "Y-you're gonna leave a mark..." I murmered, tipping my head back, allowing him more access. There was no response. Dad had one rule. One rule, and I was breaking it. But did I mention I was a rulebreaker? **
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This is Liam Payne FanFic- Avalon Syms never grew up with a normal life. After her father dieing and her mother turning her back, she discovers she is more than nothing. Soon Liam Payne sees her and instantly feels something. They are both attracted to each other, especially when he finds out that she sings. "I was in the winter of my life- and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell sleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. Three months down the line of being on an endless world tour and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times. I was a singer, not very popular one, I once has dreams of becoming a beautiful poet- but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again- sparkling and broken. But I didn't really mind it because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is. When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I had been living- they asked me why. But theres no use in talking to people who have a home, they have no idea what its like to seek safety in other people, for home to be wherever you lied you head. I was always an unusual girl, No moral compass pointing me due north, no fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide as wavering as the sea. And if I said that I didn't plan for it to turn out this way Id be lying- because I was born to be the other woman. I belonged to no one- who belonged to everyone, who had nothing- who wanted everything with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn't even talk about- and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me." ~Avalon Sydeny Syms © 2013

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