"Every fairytale begins in the rain." When you run into an old bookshop in the middle of Paris to escape a storm, who knows who you might meet there. {Written 2014.}

A story of first true love between an unsuspecting, extroverted girl and an awkward, beautifully magnetic boy. WARNING: Explicit sexuality. All Rights Reserved to styleslegend, 2018 ©

A LOUIS TOMLINSON LOVE STORY♥ He had tears in his eyes starting to form, “You're going home”. “Why are you crying? It’ll be like a vacation.” I said. “No Melanie.” He said his blue ocean eyes trying to keep from spilling more tears. "You and Zoe are going home” I looked at him I felt tears beginning to form. “But what about tour, what about the fans, what about ‘us’?” I asked hoarsely. “We’re doing this to keep you safe. We don’t want you hurt again.” He said. “You still didn’t answer my question. What’ll happen to ‘us’?" I asked with tears now streaming down my face. “It’s for your own safety. I’m sorry.” He said looking down ashamed. My blood felt as cold as ice. I could hear my own heart beat speed up. Then with a loud lump in my head I felt as if my heart shattered in a million pieces right there and then. I hugged him, I’ve never thought of living without him and now today was the day I'll start living without him. I got out of his arms and wiped my tears... and struggled to walk away.

*y'all DON'T READ THIS. i wrote this at thirteen. you've been warned.* "Harry, it's been rumored that if you have a daughter you would name her Darcy. Any particular reason why?" The interviewer asked. I gulped and glanced down at my feet, not wanting to talk about the girl that I had lost. "Um, yeah, actually." I admitted. "I used to be friends with a girl named Darcy... but she was kidnapped and never found again. I think that I'd like to name my daughter Darcy in her memory." My heart started to ache as I remembered Darcy Monroe and knew that I would never see her again. Or so I thought. © Copyright 2013. 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

"Life is like a box of chocolates." "Oh, yeah? How?" "You just have to reach out, grab one with your hand, and devour that motherfucker because you choose what you want." "Louis?" "Yeah?" "I love you." Extraordinary is something that Jessica is, but never chose to be. Besides that, she lives a pretty average life. She has a job, lives alone in a small house, and has few people she could label as her friends, but that's not what this story is about. In fact, it's rather about what makes her different. Not many people can say that they are related to an international pop star. Not many people can say that they have the voice of twenty angels harmonizing together. Hell, no one can say that they are an anonymous music/song-writer who sells her work to big name celebrities. If you can, you're lying. Jessica kept her extraordinary and ordinary lives completely separate and to herself. That was before a certain person with an extraordinary life came along and messed with her ordinary one. She knew her two lives would merge together at some point. She just didn't expect it to be so soon. Copyright © 2018 All Rights Reserved

"Alive.." He started to say, repeating the last word. "That's how you make me feel."

"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.