An Arrogant, spoiled bachelor actor, otherwise known as Harry Styles. He has girls falling at his feet just for a glance of his eye. And Taylor Swift, the daughter of an aspiring director, who could charm the devil with just her smile. Yet when the both of them are forced together by parents to a year partnership of agreed marriage in hope of a movie deal. Will the self asserting two pass aside their differences and stubbornness to deal with eachother for a year?

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Due to a messy divorce of her parents at the age of seven, Taylor had to bounce back and forth between Manhattan and Savannah. Reason why, growing up all she ever wanted to was to get away from her dad and mom. So when she got accepted at University of California, Los Angeles. She took this as her opportunity to stay as far away as possible from them. She had dreamed of having a family on her own so when she met Harry Styles; the good-looking tattooed guy who leads a rock band, she thought her dream was coming true, so despite of the bullshits he puts her through, she just kept on coming back to him.

Taylor is a beautiful naïve and very smart girl. She is organized and sweet. She aces her classes and doesn't care if the cool kids in their school hated her. She has her plans set: to finish high school with flying colors and get accepted to New York University. Falling in love was never part of her plan until an English-tattooed jock named Harry Styles moved in next door. He was nice to her and she felt things she never felt before. Until one tragic moment happened that tore them apart. Seven years later, Taylor came back to her hometown as a strong, hard-driven woman. Until she crosses paths with Harry again. Can he take down the walls she built for years? ** This is a HAYLOR Fanfic **

"Holy fucking love for cannoli you're..." I gasp but immediately got interrupted by a large, warm hand landing flat on my mouth. My eyes widen and my head move automatically to look at the face on my right, his green orbs and all his facial glory mere centimeters away from mine. He pulls me to the corner and whispers "Two choices, I'll knock you out or you keep you mouth shut" My eyes widen even more if that was even possible and swallow deeply. "I'll pick the latter if I were you" he whispers again, his minty breath fanning the side of my face. My breath hitches and cheeks burn but pulled myself together and nodded. His hand loosens and slowly left the surface of my face. I blink and turned to face him, still in a state of shock, eyes wide and mouth opened like the Pacific Ocean. It's Ryder Crawford a.k.a. the biggest thing in music right now and probably ever. "Wha-what can I help you with?" I stutter fiddling the thumb of my now clammy hands. *** This is the meeting that will unknowingly change Silver Jones' life and take her to an unforgettable hitch ride with Ryder Crawford. Dreams coming true and nightmares realized, Falling in love and shattering to pieces, Finding bliss and accepting void, All things and everything in between in a trip with the biggest superstar of the generation. **** I shipped haylor back in the day and I might never admit it but I think I really still do ❤️️

a story told through Instagram posts (and two dialogue chapters) credits to rightful owners of manips or pictures. i do not claim any of them unless said so! usually the watermark is on them

She was immature. He was mature. She saw her world in colors. The only color he saw were black and white. She believed true love existed. He believed true love didn't existed. Two polar opposite people collided, Two world's collided. Two POLAR OPPOSITE world's collided. A Contract holding them together. Hatred sparked, love flashed between them. A little flame ignited the fire. Fire of love. TAYLOR' POV They say ' there is a thin line between hating and loving' I didn't realised when my hatred turned into love. Love for a Demon. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to his muscular body. Suddenly the electric shocks which I am used to it now ran through out my body. "I hate you...Demon." I whispered softly, looking into his emerald eyes that i loved so much,as the stars shined above us. "I hate you too...Alison." He said back with a smirk, his eyes saying otherwise. His smirk turning into a soft smile showing off his oh so glorious dimples which I fell in love with. He leaned in to kiss and I met him halfway through it, embracing our lips in a heated, passionate kiss. Guess this how you felt when you love,someone who you hated once. *A Haylor Fanfiction* ****** Cover Credits: @-jiminlies

She irritated him; he fascinated her. She puzzled him; he captivated her. He tried to hold his secrets close; she tried to hold him close. And soon enough, the barrier will break, and it turns out, he's just a good actor, and she's just in love.

I want to die. No, not that, I want to feel the sensation of death. I want to know what it's like for after death. I've always been intrigued by it ever since I was five. I watched a movie where a kid can see dead people and the person helping him is already gone. Is that's what's it's like? Do you not know if you're dead or not? My best friend Marnie committed suicide last week and today was her funeral. As I am sad, I'm also jealous. She knows what it's like to be dead, she can answer all of our questions, yet she can't because she is gone forever. Does it hurt more after the death, or does the death hurt the most and it's all rainbows and butterflies after. I'm not depressed, nor am I suicidal. I don't think I've ever been, I thought I was just thinking like everyone else does. Marnie told me I go too deep, she said as deep as an ocean and I've tried to swim to the bottom. I don't mean to be deep, I'm just curious.

Love, loss and heartburn. The highs and lows of a future of parenthood.