Is fourteen days enough time to fall in love?
Fae didn't think so.
But when this gawky resort housekeeper stumbles into yet another awkward situation, this one inclusive of the extensively enigmatic and of celebrity status Harry Styles, she isn't certain of anything anymore.
Through first glances, first kisses, and other firsts she'll never forget, quirky Fae learns that fourteen days is enough time to lose something you never thought you'd have. It's enough time for lazy days and enamored nights, for heated touches and frozen feet beneath the covers. It's enough time to etch memories into minds, tears into cheeks, scars into skin. In fact, fourteen days is enough time for anything, as long as you can stretch each fleeting moment to an eternity.
Over the course of Harry's transient stay, the two discern of and grow to confront serious struggles, and along the way, discover together in a humourous fashion that sometimes accidents were of fate's intention all along.
(this story has been renamed for personal reasons xoxo)