❝ and when the phone call finally ends, you say thanks for being a friend. and i'm stuck in the friend zone again and again ❞ [all rights reserved ⓒ copyright 2014-2014 Iukehemmingss. lower case intended.]

❞in which two runaways meet in the streets of new york city❞

“It's the last year of high school, what could possibly go wrong?”

"you're just so alike, i can't tell the difference." © teenlovers

Imagine a society where everything is absolutely perfect, or at least that's what they make it out to be.

Isabella Maxwell: a girl that craved adventure. Harry Styles: a guy that fights to give her one. Harry Styles AU // This story has absolutely nothing to do with Harry Styles. His physical traits are used but nothing more. This is fiction. // Includes mature scenes without warning. All Rights Reserved © jhildey 2014 *NOT TRANSLATING* This is fiction. The thoughts and feelings of a character does not represent my own. Please remember that.

DISCLAIMER: This story was written in late 2012. I wrote Strings Attached as an adolescent with no idea how a healthy, adult relationship should function. This story is dark and twisted in a way that my teen mind couldn't comprehend at the time. There are more than a few scenes in this book with sensitive content. I--in no way--support rape culture and I do not condone my character's actions. However, as I said, this story was written in an ignorant state of mind. I will not remove this story from Wattpad. It is part of my past and though I am disappointed with the content, it shows how far I've come not just as an author but as a free-thinking adult. Thank you for reading. **Excerpt** "Say... it," She gasped, throwing her head back, cupping my face in her hands so that I was forced to meet her gaze. "You're mine." She held my gaze for a second more, before crushing her lips against my own, arms wrapping tight around my neck, pulling me down to her level. Arms sliding easily around her, she wrapped her legs around me as I lifted her up, lips traveling over her chest and collarbone. She moaned as my hands dug into her tender flesh, pulling on it, their violence a stark contrast to the gentle kisses teasing their way up her neck. Bright lines marked the paths that my nails had etched into her skin, marking her, beautiful red tattoos, spreading out over her entire body. Her small hands knotted in my hair, pulling harder and harder as she fought the urge to cry out...

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?

Julie, or Jules, Hill was an old-fashioned kind of girl. She loved to read, she loved coffee, and one of the walls in her bedroom was made of bricks. She loved to listen to old rock bands that were around in the 80's and 90's, and she definitely loved the grungy look. But then she meets Ashton. A carefree, lovable cutie patootie. So basically, the two are nothing alike. He draws her in, and she can't escape. But does she really want to? (PLEASE DONT READ THIS IT SUCKS)

ain't no sunshine when she's gone, ain't no sun when she's away, ain't no sunshine when she's gone, cause she's always gone too long, any time she goes away. (thanks to @meIodies for letting me adopt this idea ily xx)