Laura is a short minded, insecure girl. When her best friend Michael introduces her to his band, emotions crash as she gains a crush on the drummer, Ashton. Tears fall, Plates smash, Hearts break, yet they still survive. But will they survive each other?

Have you ever met someone that took your breath away? The very sight of them was beautiful, and you just couldn't stand to be a second away from them? They were so far out of your league, but you just couldn't keep away? You wanted to do everything to please them and let them know they mean so much to you? That person to me was Summer Addison. We met by chance, and I fell in love. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, and I wanted to get to know her. The problem? She wasn't exactly who I thought she was. I'm Harry Styles, and this is my story of how I fell in love with royalty. ** For any translations, check my reading list **

He pinned me up against the wall, he kissed up and down my neck till he found my spot. "A-a-Ashton." I moaned. "Shh, laurel, Luke's upstairs, with Calum,and Michael. I nodded, "but I'll make you scream." He said. I bit my lip. Waiting for him.

Annabelle is or was your average teenage girl.Well sort of, her dad passed away when she was 13 and her mom was never around, but Luke was always there to protect her. 3 years later her boyfriend Will breaks up with her and Luke's on tour, or so she thinks. Will Luke cure her heartbreak? Or will he just be another guy in Annabelle's past? *SEQUEL IN PROGRESS* *ALSO NOTICE THIS STORY ISN'T PERFECT. I WROTE THIS A WHILE AGO. THIS STORY IS GOING THROUGH SOME MAJOR EDITING. IF YOU TELL ME IT NEEDS WORK I WON'T BE TOO HAPPY BECAUSE I KNOW.ALSO IT WONT BE FULLY UPDATED WITH THE EDITED VERSION UNTIL I EDIT THE WHOLE THING. WHICH COULD TAKE A LITTLE WHILE*

"So what's your name, miss America?" He asked leaning his side against the chair, propping himself up with his arm. Oh god, his arm; tanned and toned. It took me a second to get it out. I'm sure he could feel how uncomfortable I was and I could tell he thought it was hilarious by the look of his crooked smile. "Um.... It's uh. Ju-Juliette. Juliette St. Cloud." Damn it, Jules, get your act together! It's just a boy for Christ's sake. "Ah, that's a beautiful name," he smiled, cheekily. "And yours?" I asked, hesitantly. Did I want to know this cute boy's name that would probably lower my grade in this class? I certainly did. "Ashton. Ashton Irwin." Juliette St. Cloud is finally leaving Hillview, Massachusetts and is entering her junior year of High School abroad in the one and only Sydney, Australia. On her first day of school, she meets the charming, hilarious, geeky Ashton Irwin in her Creative Writing class. She is attracted to his cheekiness, but doesn't want to fall too hard, knowing she'll only be spending the school year there. Will she let herself fall for him, or will she keep her distance to avoid getting her heart broken by the end of the year?

*Written in 2014* Book One in the Darien Grace Chronicles He was my siren song and all other melodies just seemed to pale in comparison.

'Not once did I think would end up in a stupid supermarket buying condoms for my boss's son!' ... Ella Lane became the personal assistant of one of the worlds most respectable business men as soon as she graduated high school, though she didn't know the extra baggage that would come with the job being his son, Harry Styles. He's flirty and charming though Ella can see right through his games as she has become accustomed to it over the past three years in which they soon develop a playful friendship. But what happens when after all this time, one of them begins to feel something just a little bit more than a mutual friendship....

My heart pounded as I rushed down the hall. My brother finally did it, he finally lost it. I heard shots fire in the cafeteria, I flinched. This isn’t happening, I told myself. I heard someone’s heavy breathing from behind a shelf that stuck out of the wall. “Come on ash we have to go!” I said clamping onto the blonde boy’s hand. I pulled him up and dragged him along. “ALEEAH!” A voice boomed. No, no, no, this isn’t happening. I turned to face my brother whose hand held a jet black gun, his arms raised, gun pointing at me, ready to fire. The gun sounded.