My name's Marcel. Nerd. Poet. Teenage Loser. You think you know the real me, but you don't. I wish you could see the true me, but no one has cared enough to. Until she came. All rights go to _smilelikeniall (myself). Everything is written by me. No copyright intended. Please do not claim my words and/ or ideas as yours. Do not repost my words without giving me credit. Thank you.

She's that crazy musical genius who received a scholarship to Juilliard, but vowed she would never play a note of music again, turned down the scholarship and moved across Canada to pursue journalism. Most people saw Summer Terrace as a lost cause, but she needed an escape. She decided that she was going to start on that bucket list that had been sitting in her notebook for all those years. When this eighteen year old journalist's newest assignment is to go undercover as One Direction's pianist and write articles about everything that happens on and off the stage of their summer world tour, she is overwhelmed to say the least. Summer, now known as Hope Carter, has no clue how difficult it will be to keep her secret as she slips deeper and deeper into trust with each boy and get's swept off her feet by the 'the blonde Irish one.' After all, is it possible to be genuine when you're lying about you're very identity?

"Our deal was 19." Harry whispers, brushing our noes in bit of a playful manner. His dimples deepening from either side as a fair giggle left my mouth. "I'm yours."

A boy never forgot about the things that made him crazy. He just watched them burn.

"This time I'm ready to run, escape from the city and follow the sun." "Well, I should probably get going." He said. "Me too." She hummed along in agreement. "Where are you off to?" "I'm going on a road trip." He grinned. "And you?" "My wedding." © Copyright 2017. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact _HakunaMatata_ on Wattpad.com.

"I was strong," she whispered, "but you made me weak." © evoluktion, all rights reserved.

"Je ferais en sorte que vous soyez enceinte, cependant, à son 18ème anniversaire, elle devra se marier à mon propre fils, Harry." Le diable ricana, serrant la main de la chanceuse qui sera bientôt mère. * * * * * Traduction Officielle de "Deal With The Devil" Cette fiction est écrite par @probablyharry, je ne fais que reprendre la traduction! Le mérite lui revient entièrement. VO: http://www.wattpad.com/46825233-deal-with-the-devil-h-s-au

in which a boy and a girl meet in the hospital, where they feel farthest from home. but they soon find home in each other.