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.

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**WILL SOON BE UNDERGOING EXTREME EDITING** *FIRST BOOK IN THE "BROKEN" TRILOGY* I looked in my step-father's eyes for a brief second and he was enraged. He looked absolutely crazy, and his look expressed the desire to kill. In less than three seconds, I knew what my fate would be. I was going to die. Ariella Rayne grew up without a real father, and instead with a crazy step-father. One day when he goes too far, her mother makes her go live with her birth father in London. Her father, however, is also Harry Styles’s father. When she meets the boys, they don’t exactly like her. She’s weird and American and Harry is mad at her for something that she cannot control. When they truly get to know her, she falls for one of them. Can they heal her or will Ariella remain broken?

[THE SEQUEL IS UP NOW, IT'S CALLED BIRDS] Maddie was just an ordinary girl. She worked in a music shop, and she sang at a pub to save some money. And then she met him. Let's say he wasn't as ordinary, because you can't say that singing in big stadiums and attending awards ceremonies is ordinary at all. I guess that's why she couldn't stand him. She thought he was just the typical arrogant kind of boy who thought he got it all. But there was some other reason why she didn't want him to get any closer to her, something he didn't know. However, if there's something I'm certain of, is that they weren't as different as they thought. They both loved music with passion, they both had strong personalities. And the most important thing of all, they both needed someone to keep them warm.

"Why can't you see that I love you?" I yelled. "Because I'm nothing, I'm a nobody, I'm a loser. And you can't love a loser." She cried. "You're right, I can't love a loser; it's a good thing then that I love you."

In which a pair meet due to being stuck next to each other during a four hour traffic jam.

❝i don't really know him, but i know him enough to care about him more than i'll ever care about anyone else.❞ ▶▶▶ © 2014 strabucks

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