Alexis chose the summer of 1996 to visit her Nonna in small, poorly known Clarkesville, Georgia. This year happens to be her favorite. Because a certain guy with ripped flannels, loose thick curls, and piercing green eyes won not only his thrilling illegal drag-races, but won the best trophy of them all. Her heart. [will contain mature content and much, much fluff]

In which a boy-unlucky college girl receives a rather, erotic picture message on accident. Highest Rank: #3 bRO Copyright © Michella 2015. No translations pls cover by me Re-make in my works :)

Watty Awards 2013 Winner! {book 3} ✓ - ❝ The moment I lost my mum things changed. I changed. I realised that no one stays forever, everyone leaves at some point, whether is willingly or not, and you're left alone, broken on the floor. I won't go through that again. I won't give people the chance to break me like that again. I'll protect myself. I'm raising up my walls, higher than anyone has ever seen. I'll be safe. ❞

"I have been watching you for a while now, my love" he whispered darkly in my ear. "Why are you doing this to me" I squeaked, earning a low chuckle from him. "Because" he said, moving his hands from the wall above my head and down my body, resting very low on my waist. "I can". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Highest Rank: 1st in Fanfiction WARNING: Contains sexual content and mature language, read at own risk!! Copyright All Rights Reserved © fxckingpayno

❝Good girls love bad boys.❞

Anx·ious: Full of mental distress or uneasiness because of fear of danger or misfortune; greatly worried. Joelle Collins has social anxiety, panic attacks and general anxiety. She's very shy and has no one to categorize as a friend. She avoids talking to anyone and everyone because of her disorder, and it doesn't help her one bit that some people in her school pick on Joelle since she is so timid. She feels like no one understands her and her mental disorder and she wants just one other person to be there for her besides her mum. Harry Styles is another teenager that is battling the same mental disorder. Except the difference is that his anxiety is so much more severe due to a traumatizing experience. It was so extreme that it lead to him moving to London. Harry is the boy that always sits in the corner of the room. The boy that no one notices and pays attention to because he is that antisocial and reserved. He feels like all hope is gone and can't get his old life back before it happened. They say that opposites attract but what if someone alike is who they really need? fan fiction #142 ; teen fiction #266 © 2014 fadoraharry_ All rights reserved.

"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!

Soulmates, sunflowers, hot air balloons, ballet, wildfire and music. ----- EXCERPT: "Why do you always call me sunflower?" She looks as though she's desperate for the answer, staring into my soul with so much sincerity in her words. I smile to myself, knowing exactly why. "Why do you have the sunflower tattoo darling?" I answer with another question which she doesn't seem too pleased about. "No, Harry you can't do that. I asked first." She sulks, smoothing her hands down my shirt and I can't help but chuckle slightly at her frustration. "I know, I know. Just answer the question Evie." I try to reassure her without giving too much away. She huffs with the roll of her eyes but gives in none the less. "Because of my first dance recital. Sunflowers are a happy memory for me." She explains, and I can see her trying to piece the puzzle together in those ocean eyes of hers. I bite my lip, hesitating a moment and thinking of the perfect way to say this. "I call you sunflower Evie because you are all my happiest memories." ----- The story based off of the TikTok POV by @stopmaddiedancing ----- Highest Rankings: 1 in #Onedirection 1 in #One 1 in #Direction 1 in #Niall 1 in #Literature

A story about a girl who suffers with depression and a boy who will do anything in the world to see her smile.

Faye Stevens. 16, sweet, innocent. She's nothing like other teenagers who go out partying and smoking weed, but when she's forced to move in with her sister, her whole life will be tossed upside down all thanks to the curly headed boy in the leather jacket. "Say goodbye to your innocence, kitten"