🚨UNFINISHED STORY 🚨 With the island divided into Kooks and Pogues, Lia was nothing but another pretty face to Rafe. It all started the second Aurelia Citrus locked eyes with Rafe Cameron. It was then when they both fell under a deep spell, a connection so strong, neither teen could deny. Aurelia Citrus has always just been known as Kiara Carrera's cousin to everyone. An outsider to the people of Pogue Landia. Aurelia always wondered what it would be like to be apart of everything; the Kook world, the parties, the so called "treasure hunts" her cousins friends went on. She wanted to be apart of it all. Aurelia was perceived to be a wallflower by others. What they didn't know is Aurelia was more like a fox than a wallflower. She may seem shy and timid, but she's also smart, sly, deceitful, cunning, clever, tricky, has sharp ears and a deceivingly gorgeous face.  But little miss Lia was always a little too curious for her own good. One day that curiosity lands her alone in the dark, watching Rafe Cameron dump a body. Rafe Cameron has found himself trapped in a cycle of cleaning his fathers messes. For most of his life, he always came last to his father. Finally Rafe has made a break through, that has all changed since Ward declared that he would choose Rafe over Sarah if it came down to it. To keep his place in his fathers heart, to feel the love and appreciation he lacked growing up, Rafe does everything for Ward. Even if it means dumping body after body. But one day that all changes, one day Rafe gets caught by a green eyed, blonde girl. One he'd never seen before.

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*