Harry. Styles. Those two words make so many guys jealous because they know as they sleep with their girlfriends they are dreaming about having me fuck them. That's the way of my life. Everything. Is. About. Me. End of story. Period. Exclamation point. Done. I want the cameras back on me, and I know exactly how I'm gonna do it. I'm going to create the biggest scandal ever. It's the perfect time to do so, so get ready because this is going to be the summer to break rules, and fall in love? I never thought she would be entering the picture. This changes everything. Me plus her equals catastrophe divide that and you get two teenagers who perfectly in love and utterly Wild.
**+15 for mature content {language, sexual scenes, etc}** Continuation of the Meet Me In Battersea Park stories, exemplified as Harry's story.


1. Prologue

"I don't care what he says Harry," I say up to him. "He doesn't control me."

"Please don't do this," he begged. "Please don't make this harder for the both of us." 

I placed my hand on his bare chest, his eyes closing with my touch. We sat on our knees, looking back at one another. "Harry?"


"Love me one last time?" 

His eyes opened and as he looked down at me I saw the sadness, the everlasting longing to stay...here. Forever. 

"Of course," he whispered, and then he lifted my chin with his index finger and brought my lips up to mine.

Just one last time. 

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