Elle Grey doesn't need anyone. She only needs herself, a paintbrush, and if she gets desperate enough, there are the few people she actually tolerates that she can talk to. She knows that there's more out there in the world - in fact, she spends most of her time either daydreaming or painting about it. She knows that the South Dakotan town she's grown up in is only suffocating her. That's why she finds Harry so intriguing. He's different and he brings out something in her that she wasn't sure was still there. Suddenly she's second-guessing everything she has known her entire life - maybe she does need someone.

"Jesus! What are you doing" I yelled. "Most people call me Harry, but Jesus is ok too" he smirked. I clutched my iPod to my chest. Still trying to calm myself. Before I had the chance warm lips were crashed to mine... Highest Ranking before being rated mature...#2 in FanFiction!!!

(complete) And he was so eager to be her hero that he forgot to be his own, because loving Natalie Beck is the strongest act of self-destruction Harry'd ever known. (Original fanfiction version) © 2015 polaroidlou

(complete) we sat there smoking cigarettes at 5 in the morning. © 2014 polaroidlou

"E os seus lábios são como a beira da galáxia E seu beijo, a cor de uma constelação se encaixando" - Arabella (Arctic Monkeys)

Harry Dawnson Kevlar trabalha em uma empresa secreta de segurança mundial, ao receber uma suspeita de ameaça, ele e sua equipe se espalham por Londres para vigiar os suspeitos. Harry sempre está preparado para tudo, sempre pensa em todas as situações, mas o que ele não esperava era que iria cair na armadilha mais difícil de sair, a paixão. E quando pensava que não podia piorar, ele descobre novas pistas que adicionam Helena Carter aos suspeitos, mas no que ele escolherá acreditar: nas pistas ou no seu coração? Uma história com muito mistério, suspense e romance! Todos os Direitos Reservados© Plágio é crime, tenha criatividade - e dignidade - e crie sua própria história!

I stood there, watching, as she ran her fingers through the knots of my soul.

How can someone think silently when the other side of them is constantly listening?

His eyes could ruin someone with a single look. Her smile could cure the loneliest heart. ☓ All Rights Reserved 2018

"It was your love that got us into this mess" she said, running her hands over my shoulders. "Well, baby, it's going to be yours that gets us out of it" I said quietly. ~ Sequel to Excessive WARNING: Contains sexual content and mature language, read at own risk!! Copyright All Rights Reserved © fxckingpayno