He was extraordinary, despite his reassurances that he wasn't. His circumstances were extraordinary, he would say, but I knew better. He let me in far enough to know better. And there was no going back now. The odds were against us from the beginning. They would have had us not meet that day. And not reconnect afterwards. And not continue talking after that. But we didn't work within confines. Because nothing about us was normal. And that was the way we liked it. (Beautiful cover made by: @jessxcaann)

The SEQUEL to Out of the Ordinary and A Love Like Ours We shouldn't have met. That much was obvious right from the beginning. He had his world, and I had mine. Our paths weren't meant to intersect. But they had. And they hadn't just crossed--they'd collided. And there was no going back after that. Because our love... it was never ordinary. It was always more, never less. It was always there, even when we weren't together. But we're together now. For good. Because the way we feel has never been normal. And that's exactly the way we like it. (Beautiful cover made by my very good friend @lost-inwonderlvnd)

The SEQUEL to Out of the Ordinary She was extraordinary, and she didn't even know it. But I did. I'd known it from that very first day. From the moment she'd smiled at me, and become the axis of my world. And I planned to never let her forget it. She had other plans, though. For herself, and for me. She needed time, she'd said. Time and space. I'd obliged, I'd waited. But that time was up, and I was still waiting. Still ready. Because nothing about a love like ours was normal. And that was the way we liked it. (Beautiful cover made by my very good friend @lost-inwonderlvnd)

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

{𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑺𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆𝒔} 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒒𝒖𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝑯𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒕. 𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒚 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒌. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒂𝒓𝒕. 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅: 𝑱𝒖𝒍𝒚 29𝒕𝒉 2017 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒅: 𝑺𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 20𝒕𝒉 2017 𝑪𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒚: 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍

"Sierra, you go with Harry Styles." I raised up my head at the words, giving my teacher an incredulous glance. "Do I really have to?" Was the only thing I managed to say. The teacher gave me an annoyed look. "Did you not understand? You go with Harry Styles." I turned my head to look at him. At the mention of his name he glanced up, and if his green eyes hadn't frozen me in place already, the unimpressed look he gave me would've done it right away. [BOOK ONE] [BOOK TWO - AQUARELLE] Started: Feb 2018 Completed: April 2019 18/01/19 #1 in fanfiction 28/09/18 #1 in harrystyles 06/10/18 #1 in harry • THE FICTION AWARDS WINNER 2019 - BEST FANFICTION •

"My name is Harry, nice to meet you mamacita," he looked me up and down before grabbing my hand and shaking it. My arm flopped like a flimsy noodle as he shook my hand quickly and firmly. "The name is Maria. Not mami, not mamacita, not 'yo'," I deadpanned, referring to the names he had called me earlier. I cautiously pulled my hand away from his tattooed one as he smirked before saying, "Got it Mami Maria," before taking his black lip ring between his teeth. +++ A book in which a woman meets a beautiful man, who just so happens to annoy her in the least bit and he just so happens to work at Walmart. Except he doesn't actually work at Walmart... Rather he's an undercover bodyguard, working to protect her from the mafia that's after her family. But what you don't know doesn't hurt you, right? Started on: February 26th, 2017 Completed on: August 5th, 2017 Highest Rank: #543 in Humour, #691 in Fanfiction All rights reserved and protected under the copyright laws.

"Sasquatch" is our sex code. We first decided to use a code word so that we could hookup in public places without people catching on to what we were doing. However, that seemed to fail because they still seemed to make the connections between us calling Sasquatch and then seeing us later walk out of a bathroom with disheveled clothes and messy hair. ... The typical ~best~friends with benefits fall in love type of story. *CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT*

"She's compromising her own personal beliefs and morals, putting her heart on the line just because he asked her to. She feels slightly sick at her stomach when she thinks about it, so she takes a page from his book and tries not to. But trying not to think of Harry Styles is like trying not to breathe." -- Set in Los Angeles, Harry Styles and Eleanor Baker are the hottest couple in the Hollywood social scene, and their wedding is fast approaching Event of the Year status. Eleanor, headstrong and domineering, is not just planning her wedding, she's choreographing it - and Harry seems to simply be along for the ride, as is Eleanor's assistant Olivia, who after accepting the job, wonders if slavery somehow became legal without her realizing it. A Lolita wedding planner, a flakey assistant, and one bridezilla converge together to bring Olivia and Harry closer - and Harry begins to wonder... is this really all that's left for him? A ring and a promise of forever with Eleanor, or does he dare to dream of something more?