Old Canvas. [H.S]

Old Canvas. [H.S]

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Violet Evans is a young aspiring artist who enjoys the smell of ancient books, visiting places she can't even pronounce and oil painting on an old canvas. But she really do despise crowded places, the smell of cigarette smoke and... Herself. This last being the reason she decides to end with her life on a cold december night. Or at least that's what she had planned, until a strange guy with a knitted beige sweater and puzzling emerald eyes stops her. His name is Harry Styles. And who the hell is Harry Styles? Well, that is exactly what Violet will try to find out.
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Freedom

Harry Styles had it all. He was a record-selling artist who played on all the big arenas around the world. His shows were always sold out and he had the best fanbase. The only thing he didn't have was the one thing he wanted the most: freedom. He had been discovered at age 16 and he had been too naive. He and his mom had signed a ten-year-long contract and they didn't understand then that they signed away his freedom. His management controlled almost everything. They refused to let him come out as gay. Instead, they made him look like a womanizer, forcing him to go on date after date with beautiful high profile women. Harry was so tired of it. He somehow managed to convince his manager to give him three months off. He immediately packed his clothes and headed to his farmhouse in the north of England for some alone time. To his surprise the old couple that was his only neighbors had their grandson helping them out. A gorgeous blue-eyed man named Louis... Purely fictional. Smutwarning!

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