She never wanted to be the stylist of Harry Styles, a figure in pop culture she has long despised. York Glencord, a stubborn, high-strung girl, finds herself on the make-up team for a brooding, narcissistic Harry Styles, who in no sense makes her job easier. He is always finding ways to turn her perfect little world upside down, making her job a living hell. Despite this, York discovers there is more to him than meets the eye and is drawn to him in ways she can't even begin to explain.

A poem I wrote a while ago. It's odd and ends unexpectedly. Hope you like it. Sorry for the language.