"Who's that over there?" The man looked at me like I was from outer space, or perhaps like I lived under a rock, maybe a mixture of both. "Him? They call him Full Throttle," he chuckled with a hint of nervousness in his voice. I scrunched my nose up in confusion. "Why?" The man threw his head back and laughed before answering me. "Because he doesn't hold back. He does everything at full speed... racing, girls, and-" the man cut himself off, seeking as though he was catching himself spilling a secret. "And what?" "Don't worry about it." THIS BOOK IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION! The characters in it are in NO way a representation of the people chosen to play them. It is merely a story, and they fit the physical description best for their characters. The characters I have created are completely fictional, and in no way relate to my thoughts and or feelings about the people I have chosen to play said characters! || THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK || HIGHEST RANKINGS: -#1 in hs -#1 in fiction -#1 in racing -#1in dragracing -#2 in harrystyles -#4 in youngadult -#5 in onedirection -#19 in cars -#31 in gangs -#57 in fighting -#64 in harry -#111 in drama -#461 in love

And then I felt her lips on mine. It was soft and it was sweet and it was slow. I couldn't move. If I moved it would stop. But we were drunk. And she had a boyfriend. It didn't last longer than 5 seconds but it could've been hours as far as I was concerned. The heat between us was palpable. "Goodnight Harry." She whispered into my lips, I could taste those words for days. **** Set in 1997, Elodie Millers life is uprooted when she moves all the way across the country. Now she's stuck in Santa Monica struggling to make new friends when an unruly green eyed asshole walks into her life. But does she give in to him or stick with what she knows is best?