"Life is about deep kisses, strange adventures, midnight swims, and rambling conversations." -Unknown Running away wasn't the hard part of it. In fact, that took very little thought at all. Trying to figure out why it felt so right was what made it complicated. How a boy on a bus changes everything.
She was the anchor that kept him steady above the water. He was the anchor that made her sink. A story filled with ups and downs. An unsteady sea, really.
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. [w...
She's always been the shy girl that no one notices, but once she catches Harry's attention will things ever be the same again?
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...
There's three things you should know about Harry: 1. When we were in ninth grade his biggest aspiration in life was to start a punk ukulele band. 2. Once I made him a bracelet with plastic beads that didn't have a pattern in the slightest, and he wore it for years until the pink string holding it together couldn't tak...
"You do realize a journal is an extremely personal thing right?" His voice was raspy, low and threatening, making me take a step back in panic as he continued, "so my only question is why the fuck are you standing with mine?" - first book - - instagram acc: @thejournalofficial - - for extra material: ari...
"And are you ready?" I asked quietly, my voice peaceful and calm as I looked down at my husband's face. "As ready as I'll ever be, I suppose." He replied to me, a small smile gracing his lips. "This is only the beginning, baby," he mumbled lowly, pressing his mouth to my belly and starting a riot in my heart. ...
"Zayn," he spoke, smoke leaving his lips once again as he dropped the cigarette to the ground, stepping on it with his dark boots. His hand darted in between us as he awaited a response. "January," I said faintly, grabbing his hand. "Nice," he chuckled, making the first move to release my cold fingers. H...
induratize; (pronounced: in-'dur-ah-tahyz); English; verb. To make one's own heart hardened or resistant to someone's pleas or advances, or to the idea of love; This is a side-effect from pain; it is a way of emotional self-preservation.
Their first meeting goes something like this: it's a Thursday afternoon, and Niall has no plans and an affection for all things eccentric. She's dangling off the edge of an eight story parking deck and holding a bouquet of ugly weeds in one hand. They talk about air bending. She takes him by surprise, all things...
Winters in London are cold. Harry drinks tea to keep warm. Lena doesn't like that. She's much more of a coffee person, really.