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Harry Styles got more than he bargained for when he was assigned to protect the brat, Adira Fiorelli. She willingly left behind the wealth that her father accumulated to pursue her dreams of becoming an architect. Despite her every intention to move forward, her past weighs her down, and her meticulous plans for the future are torn to shreds. Never, in his wildest dreams, did Harry think that he would be the one piecing her together again. [PREVIEW] Harry watched Adira, intently analyzing how she focused on her phone, and her thumbs tapped rapidly against the bright screen. She weaved through midtown, a car's horn blaring when she almost crossed a street, and it wasn't her light. A smirk appeared across his face, and he sucked his teeth when she barely missed the front of a yellow taxi. If she were a few seconds too late, she would've been a goner, and what a tragedy that would've been. Careless. Harry would call her careless and chaotic, all at once. Beautifully destructive, and she didn't even know it. Or, perhaps, she did, and she wore the destruction with pride. Adira Fiorelli. Her name didn't suit her, Harry thought. It was interesting, unlike her. He had followed her around for six hours and concluded that Adira Fiorelli posed no challenge. No risk. She was plain, even though her name offered a promise like none other as it rolled off his tongue. Adira Fiorelli. [HIGHEST RANKINGS] #1 - architecture #5 - harrystylesfanfic #5 - harrystylesau #13 - hsau #33 - harryfanfic #51 - harryedwardstyles #60 - poc
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