Hi, I'm Cassandra. Nice to meet you. Here's what you need to know.. I'm a generally positive person, if I do say so myself. You don't bother me I won't bother you, speaking of being bothered, I don't give a crap about our doomed society's judgements, so if you want to comment about something, see if I care. I don't yell, I don't scream, and I don't raise my voice. I'd like to think I'm a nice person, but I won't hesitate to sass back. I'm sarcastic, and I will give it to you like it is, no sugar coating, no lies. But that's just if it's necessary, I like to not overreact but it's only too much a person can take. Now here's the thing, I move to another country and meet THE bastard of the century. Never, ever; had I snapped. Until I met Xavier Hastings. Xavier Hastings, A popular, perfect looking, charming, mysterious, leather-jacket wearing, girl-swooning, guy-envied, rich, sexist bastard. Oh he made me snap alright, way beyond belief. Especially, for a 'hippie'. That's what he calls me. Weird, right? wait till you hear the whole story, dude. *SLOW UPDATES ATM* ALL RIGHTS SERVED 2014-2015

[COMPLETED] (1) Just a collection of Harry Styles imagines written by me.

[COMPLETED] What would you do if your roommate was the person you hate the most? Amy now lives with her enemy. The one who broke her heart and she hated. The one and only, Harry Styles. © londonstars

[COMPLETED] (2) Even more Harry Styles imagines written by me.

if you're looking for imagines that you can feel down to your bones and cause you to end up a blithering mess on the floor, this is the right place for you.

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