Black Paint

Black Paint

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Harry Styles
"Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time." -Thomas Merton Marisa Jones, a young intern at an art gallery in the city. Harry Styles, a troubled boy that lives a life of risk and danger. Who would have thought it possible, that in a city so big, the two opposites would meet?When seeing her for the first time, Harry's intentions are a one night stand but Marisa had never been with anybody before due to her shy and quiet spirit. Her confidence shown through with her glamorous art projects that she dreamt of displaying in the gallery. With Harry in her life, will her dreams be put off track? She'd always been the innocent, sweet girl next door, but she can't deny that Harry's exotic and rebellious ways entice her to change. Will she lose herself to the mysterious, green eyed boy or will she find her true self in the journey of it all?
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{completed} "I want to go home." I plead. "Do you? Because Lydia, I will take you home myself if that's what you want." He says lowly. I knit my brows together in confusion. He takes another step toward me. "But, don't you remember? There's people out there, Lydia." He steps right up to me and tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. "People who want to hurt you." he continues. I feel tears well up in my eyes as I let out a sharp exhale. Harry leans down so that his lips are right next to my ear and I tremble in pure terror. "And this time..." I feel him speak against my ear. "I won't be there to save you." he whispers darkly. -- ~crumble ; verb -to break apart into small fragments especially over a period of time due to deterioration. ~ loving him meant risking everything. he was trouble and she knew it... but it was so hard to stay away. Harry Styles is a criminal. He has criminal friends and lives a criminal lifestyle. Lydia White has been a good girl her whole life. A twist of fate causes the two of them to meet. Lydia falls for Harry but soon discovers who he is. Now, he has enemies out to get him...and her.

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