Just a poem about this boy. This isn't my poem. I found it and I fell in love with it. If it's your poem just say. I'll take it down happily if you want. I was just sharing this with the world. :)

Harry is just an ordinary boy in college. Somewhat... He's bullied for the fact that's he's gay, and when bullying consist of serious injuries, it's pretty rough for him. Then he met Louis. The misjudged, Punk rocker, tattoo artist with a heart of gold. Harry instantly fell for him. He fell hard. And with Louis bad past, he helps him open up. With a possible relationship with the 21 year old in return. ©AvannahSay Stolen Prologues, Chapters,and Epilogues are punishable by law Winner of the Spring Contest Best Larry Series

I didn't think it was possible to be so fascinated by one person, but I was. And I couldn't do anything about it.

Alexis chose the summer of 1996 to visit her Nonna in small, poorly known Clarkesville, Georgia. This year happens to be her favorite. Because a certain guy with ripped flannels, loose thick curls, and piercing green eyes won not only his thrilling illegal drag-races, but won the best trophy of them all. Her heart. [will contain mature content and much, much fluff]

Harry was tired of it. He was tired of being the "lead singer" of the band. He was tired of being "the flirty, filthy manwhore". He hated the fame. He hated the attention. He hated everything. Scarlett was tired of breathing. She just got out of rehab but still struggling. Her whole life she'd been known as "the quiet girl". She was always in everyone else's shadow. She was constantly put down, overlooked, and constantly change so she'd "be good enough". "Tired" couldn't even explain her pain. The two seem to be completely different, but are they really? When they finally meet they realize one thing: They're just what they needed. // book one of the strings series //

Stolen pudding cups, flirty police officers, a bag full of weed and a trip to Vegas make for one hell of a bet. [In the process of being edited, some major changes will be made. Please note that I am not British and some things might not be right in regards to language and terms. As I edit I will try to fix them but please feel free to point out mistakes if you are British.] [warning: sexual references/acts, heavy use of profanity, underage drinking, drug usage, and all around illegal activities, basically not a book for anyone under 16] BONUS MATERIAL BOOK "YEAR SIX": http://www.wattpad.com/story/29166960-year-six-bring-it-bitch-bonus-material OFFICIAL SOUNDTRACK http://8tracks.com/blissonwattpad/bring-it-bitch-soundtrack None of these events actually took place (as far as I know) this work is purely fictional and I don't condone any of the acts committed in this book. I do not own any of the people used to portray characters. This work is entirely fictional. This story contains my own original ideas, please do not copy. Plagiarizers will be reported.

"Nothing gold can stay." -Robert Frost Twitter: @Atlantis094 Cover: The Floz

Izzy Martin looked like your average teenage girl. She had a family, a nice house, and went to Uni just like everybody else. She didn't have many friends, but she didn't mind all that much. She was simply the girl you would pass by all the time, but never really knew. Harry Styles looked like your average pop star. He had fans, money, good looks, and friends who cared about him. He was the youngest member of One Direction, and a teen hearthrob worldwide. Everyone knew his name, and his fans knew all his secrets. Until now. What his fans don't know is that the loveable Harry Styles they see on camera is all an act. The nineteen year old boy from Cheshire has gone silent, and hasn't spoken in eight months. His friends, family, and bandmates worry about him, but nobody has been able to crack through the wall he's created between himself and the people he cares about. That is, until the boys crash into a blonde drama student on her way home from the ice cream shop. Izzy agrees to take in the lads while her parents are away on business. Everyone is friendly, aside from one small detail, and it doesn't take her long to figure it out. The curly haired boy would be an inconvenience to most, but Izzy saw him as a challenge. She was going to get him to talk again. She was going to make him laugh, if it was the last thing she ever did. She was going to save his heart.

He was destined to be evil; it was in his blood. He was destined to kill; it was in his blood. But destiny takes a turn when he does the unexpected, unacceptable, and downright insane thing no other creature of his species has dared to do... He falls in love. [Highest Ranking: #15 in Paranormal] -Please note that this story was inspired by Sally Green's "Half Bad" and yet I can assure you the story is entirely different. The basis is similar, but the context is not. Thank you-

Maylee Ivanov is a simple 18 year old, going to college, bla bla bla the usual 18 year old life. But her job? She's a professional assassin, her Aunt is her boss and life is swell. When she was in high school she was best friends with no other than The Harry Styles, but after he preforms at the X-Factor they lose touch and forget about each other for three long years. May soon gets a new assignment, How will she react when she finds out Harry's her next victim? I sit up straight and turn around in my seat, “Zayn, shut the fuck up.” I give him a blank stare. He smirks, “Aw, is little Maylee mad.” I look at Harry who’s eyes are wide, with a smirk on his lips. He knew I hated being called Maylee, he was the only one who called me Maylee, he only called me that when he was being serious or caring. I only allowed him to call me that. It sounded wrong coming out of Zayn’s mouth. “First off, do not call me Maylee and second, I am your bodyguard I could take you down without breaking a sweat.” I smirk at him, not breaking eye contact. This was my job, being intimidating and not having fear of people threatening me. He grins, “We’ll see about that.” I break out into a grin, “Any time, Malik.” He laughs, “So why can’t I call you Maylee?” I glance at Harry again who’s hiding a smile while looking at his phone, “Just go back to sleep, Zayn"