"We are the kids our parents warned us about." Teenage rebellion. Everyone goes through that stage, with similar to almost opposite outcomes. Teenagers are the most distraught of generations. The most raging for freedom and the most willing to fight for it. Serenity Carter plays with fire, and fire isn't as dangerous as she can get. Although portrayed as a modest, respectable young lady in the eyes of her religious parents, she is the Devil's assistant herself. Harry Styles owns the word trouble. With a criminal record, he is known as a nuisance to the town's people. Constantly being judged by his mistakes, he assumes it's better to be silent than to be a fool and explain himself when he clearly doesn't care. He is strong, brave, short tempered. Misunderstood and abrupt. Impulsive and easily annoyed. He might just be the last straw Serenity pulls before her mother finds out. Join Serenity on her wild, mischievous story as a young girl turns into a woman, along the way learning that love is a fragile thing that when broken is a heavy storm.

"You're pretty cute for a dark girl." Self destruction at it's finest. Society's image of "real beauty"... LIGHT SKIN.

Winner of the Watty's 2017 Awards ✿ Destruction is a form of creation; buildings crumbled as he walked past. Khari Spence, trapped in a city steeped in hatred, longs to embrace his true self even if it means risking everything. He finds a fragile refuge in an old apartment with peeling wallpaper and blank journal pages -- and hopefully in a girl. Milo Locke, disillusioned with the hollow lure of materialism, seeks to rid the ideologies her parents forced onto her. When their worlds collide, will they help each other heal from past wounds, or will their secrets tear them apart?

A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.

"why don't you smile anymore?" "there's no reason to smile." [trigger warning]

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All characters and events in this story are completely fictional. If anything seems familiar it is completely coincidental. All situations in this story come completely from my imagination. ________________ "And you need to stop calling me 'shawty', I'm not your girl so stop pushing the issue, I don't want to be just another name in your little black book." I said sounding more appalled than I could ever really be. He started walking closer to me and before I knew it, he had my back against the wall and my left leg wrapped around his waist. The look that he gave made him look so powerful that I couldn't help but be intimidated and turned on at the same time. "Look mami I don't think you really hearin' me so let me break this shit down to you real brief. Imma be around for the time bein' whether you want to be or not, I'm not goin' no where. Just let me have one chance." "Prove it." ________________

In which love helps us mend the broken pieces that the past had caused. Harry Styles fan fiction. All rights reserved to Paleharold copyright of 2014 fall. Completed.

"Y-you saved me." "From what?" "You saved me from myself." © 2013, StylesMyth