"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.

Cara Romero is your typical hardcore directioner. That's until she decides she's had enough with the boys’ big-headed behavior. However when she declared her hate for the band she never expected to wake up as the one and only Harry Styles, and he sure never expected to wake up as her. Now she and Harry must work together in order to get their own lives back. Through this wild adventure the two learn how to view life from a different point of view as they're forced to see things through an all new perspective.

Harry Styles and Andy Hughes have never gotten along. She's the good girl with a clean record, and he's the arrogant rule breaker. When the cops catch them in the act of a crime that Andy really had no part of, they're both thrown behind bars for the next forty eight hours. Being locked up with someone you hate for two days might just be the one thing that drives the two of them to insanity. Will they make it to the end of their stay, or will they crack before their time is up?

April Matthews will do anything to be perfect. With her boyfriend constantly pointing out her flaws, it becomes her only goal to make them disappear. However, when she reunites with Niall, her loving childhood best friend, he decides it's up to him to make April see how perfect she already is.

It's not the days that we remember, but it's the moments within those days that are ingrained in our minds. Those moments become treasures in a way. Anyone can walk away, anyone can leave, but the memories never will. They stay forever, the good and the bad. The painful and the cherished. Me? Oh, I don't have any memories, but someone else probably does. To someone else, I'm that person that walked away. I'm the one that left. The memories are still there though. Maybe not in my mind, but in theirs. The tragic part? I don't even know their name.