The High Life.

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.

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"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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