When Clara visits her dad in California at his country club residence, she does not expect to fall in love with the popular country club employee, Harry Styles. Secrets are shared and unavoidable revenge causes Clara to take her recklessness to new levels. "I was pessimistic and reckless. He was dependable and constant; my unchanging beacon of light." Highest Ranking: #347 in Fanfiction

I knew she was in trouble. I knew her life was nothing, but a train-wreck; A distaster waiting to explode. I knew she was in agony and I knew her soul consisted of haunting memories and malicious dreams of a man who once brought her immense torture. I knew she was hurting and that falling for her was the last thing I needed on my plate. But with each everlasting glance and with each passionate kiss, my heart never beat the same. Her essence was craved by my longing soul and nothing, even a psycho ex-boyfriend, could cease me from drowning in her eternal love. Every inch of my body flooded with lust for her touch. Every thought swarming around my head ached for her never ending affection. Every move and every word spoken involved the cherishing infatuation of her presence. I knew I would go through hell and back to make her mine and only mine. I wanted her. I needed her. I suspired nothing more than her latency and her body against mine. This was My Moment.

The crazy, stupid story of how I ended up driving my ex-boyfriend 3,000 miles to deliver him to the door step of his current girlfriend and all the adventures and little moments in between. 2014 © punkrockirwun **ON HIATUS INDEFINITELY**