*Set in the mid nineties, in a small skiing town near Portland Oregon. Magnolia is an twenty-year-old high-rank ice skater. Her whole life is stationed around the stupefying world of ice skating, and she good at it too; unimaginably gifted. Her fame and future are set in stone, that is until she crosses paths with a certain arrogant hockey player who sees right through her act. - - Exhaling into the wind as a way to prepare. Sucking in the tepidness, grounding my arising nerves. "Love is like... Willingly giving someone a loaded gun... And hoping they don't shoot you." "That's highly pessimistic," He smirks, ultimately changing from a quizzed brow to a smug contortion. "Maybe... people won't admit it, but being alone is better in the end." "There's a happy ending to this right?" *This story contains strong sexual content, substance abuse, and mature themes.* #2 in hsau # 1 in Oregon # 4 in grunge # 1 in princeharrystyles # 1 in snowboarding

"They say insanity is trying the same thing but expecting something new" - Anson Seabra. SEQUEL TO STYLIST El kept telling him it was only meant to be for one night. She kept that mentality, or tried to. Harry didn't believe one bit of the front she put up so he fought hard. Right when he had her...he pushed her away. Through heart break and confusion that neither of them expected they found each other again, but can they make it work, or were they truly doomed from the start? EXCERPT: "When someone like me feels pain, or happiness or anything for that matter, I take it and I go with it... I use it as inspiration." He tells me. "So you wrote a song about me?" I ask, feeling my hands fumble as I try not to act as nervous as I feel while waiting for the answer. "The whole album is about you..." he tells me, and I realize he's more nervous than I am. I broke his heart... we broke each other's heart, and now all we can do is pick up the broken pieces... or try to.

An Arrogant, spoiled bachelor actor, otherwise known as Harry Styles. He has girls falling at his feet just for a glance of his eye. And Taylor Swift, the daughter of an aspiring director, who could charm the devil with just her smile. Yet when the both of them are forced together by parents to a year partnership of agreed marriage in hope of a movie deal. Will the self asserting two pass aside their differences and stubbornness to deal with eachother for a year?