Elle Grey doesn't need anyone. She only needs herself, a paintbrush, and if she gets desperate enough, there are the few people she actually tolerates that she can talk to. She knows that there's more out there in the world - in fact, she spends most of her time either daydreaming or painting about it. She knows that the South Dakotan town she's grown up in is only suffocating her. That's why she finds Harry so intriguing. He's different and he brings out something in her that she wasn't sure was still there. Suddenly she's second-guessing everything she has known her entire life - maybe she does need someone.

I escaped my reality by reading fanfictions. They escaped their fanfictions to become my reality.

[BOOK 1 OF THE 'BOY' SERIES] "How about we take the long way home, baby?" he sent me a wink from the drivers seat. "How about no. It's 7:52 and I've got an episode of supernatural to catch at 8." A Harry Styles fanfic. HIGHEST RANKING: #180 in fanfiction 8/1/17 #345 in fanfiction 7/16/17 #43 in harry 5/17/18

She wore her collection of sins on her skin.

It is 1914 and the world has just broken into war. Lillian Wells leaves home to volunteer in the war effort. Her friend Harry Styles does just as most men and goes to fight for his country. Lillian receives letters from him and when they meet again, love might just start to stir between them.