"Sierra, you go with Harry Styles." I raised up my head at the words, giving my teacher an incredulous glance. "Do I really have to?" Was the only thing I managed to say. The teacher gave me an annoyed look. "Did you not understand? You go with Harry Styles." I turned my head to look at him. At the mention of his name...
"Listen to me, princess. I've had enough of your attitude. We're both in hell here. So either suck it up or shut up. Do I make myself clear?" -- Emma Winston never expected her father to become President of the United States. When she got accepted into her dream school she never expected to have a secret service agen...
she'd disappear with strange men and return an hour later, her lipstick smeared and eyes damp with tears. {{book 2}}
sometimes the scars were there, sometimes they weren't. it all depended on the concealer. {{book 3}}
she'd glide on her mascara, using her hair to cover up the badly masked bruise on her face. {{book 1}}
everyone said that nails were painted to suit someone's mood. but her nails were always painted black. {{book 4}}
What happens when you email Harry Styles for relationship advice...and he responds? Highest Ranking- #9 in Fanfiction
