Emily is the usual college student, trying to eventually work her way up into getting accepted to Medical School. She meets Harry Styles, charming, funny, and the biggest sweetheart. They begin to develop a strong friendship.. Harry wants more. One problem, Emily's not going to leave her boyfriend, Brandon, for someone she just met. Will Harry get the girl? or will he be.... Friend Zoned. © DO NOT COPY THIS STORY! *Copyright Violators Will Suffer The Consequences*

"You do realize a journal is an extremely personal thing right?" His voice was raspy, low and threatening, making me take a step back in panic as he continued, "so my only question is why the fuck are you standing with mine?" - first book - - instagram acc: @thejournalofficial - - for extra material: arietem.wix.com/arietemx - All Rights Reserved 2013 © arietem

〈 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃, 𝐚𝐮 〉 ❝Mind your own fucking business!❞ © 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛

My parents always warned me about the drugs on the streets, but never did they say anything about ones with emerald eyes and a beating heart.

What happens at camp stays at camp. // est. July 26th, 2014 - #1 in fanfiction [cover by lex]

It's been four years since he asked her to be his forever, but can everything stay the way they once were? [This story is the sequel to Camouflage, a 2014 Watty winner!]

Flashing lights. That's all he could see: the pulsating strobe of a white brightness blinding him from the indistinguishable scenario playing out around him. He could not feel. Not the cool, autumn breeze, not the fog-like droplets of British showers, nothing. He couldn't hear anything. Maybe a dull thumping deep within, but nothing recognizable. Attempting to speak, he opened his mouth, trying to form words. He couldn't tell whether he was making any sound, letting out any kind of sign that he was distressed, but he knew it was worth a shot. As he began to fixate on his disabilities, he began to panic, and that's when it all went black. That is, also, where the story begins. // previously called Nirvana //

Harry Styles, a young man, chooses to relocate to the historic Sexton House at the end of Maple Grove, rumored to be haunted by Anna Sexton. Over a century ago, the former owner's daughter was tragically struck by lightning in the attic. Unbeknownst to Harry, something eerie awaits him in the tower window... CURRENTLY IN THE PROCESS OF EDITING. • NO TRANSLATIONS • All rights to: @_Discovered_ Trailer by: @moonxriver Edited by: @Grumpykatx Cover by: @navigate

please don't comment crap on this story, I made it when I was very young and clueless. I understand it sucks and it's gross. // "You're nobody important, just a little girl to fill my sexual needs" Harry's sickening voice is adamant. Tears prick my eyes, but I've got to stay strong. There is no way he will see me cry. "So that's all I ever was to you? After everything we'd been through?" I take a deep breath and shut my eyes, wanting to erase all of our memories together. "Don't think of it as a one time thing." He says, grabbing his coat off of the couch, as well as throwing on his shoes. "What do you want me to think of it as then!?" I yell, a tear or two slipping down my pale cheeks. All this time we'd spent had to have meant something to him, it had too have. "Think of it like this Arabella, in my mind no strings were attached in our 'relationship', everything was more so.." He trails off opening the door ready to leave. "Well more so like first person who falls in love is the first person to be..." And with that I'm left to a shut door and a broken heart. ___ Copyright © 2014 TheDarkestOnes |All Rights Reserved| Highest Rank: #1 in yes daddy #19 in fanfiction #5 in sir #4 in after warning: self harm/rape content, read at your own risk.