Maybe she shouldn't have opened her door in the middle of the night. 24/06/19 #3 in fanfiction 24/06/19 #3 in romance

The tragic love story of a sad girl and a dead boy who must work together to find his killer, amid heartbreak, mystery, and learning that perhaps death is not the end. [COMPLETED]

Rose does not like Harry. And Harry does not like Rose. But perhaps the threat of a ruthless brain and a shady corporate conspiracy could change for them. or, at least, could make a stash of Snickers. He was like the moon-- a part of him was always hidden

"Sierra, you go with Harry Styles." I raised up my head at the words, giving my teacher an incredulous glance. "Do I really have to?" Was the only thing I managed to say. The teacher gave me an annoyed look. "Did you not understand? You go with Harry Styles." I turned my head to look at him. At the mention of his name he glanced up, and if his green eyes hadn't frozen me in place already, the unimpressed look he gave me would've done it right away. [BOOK ONE] [BOOK TWO - AQUARELLE] Started: Feb 2018 Completed: April 2019 18/01/19 #1 in fanfiction 28/09/18 #1 in harrystyles 06/10/18 #1 in harry • THE FICTION AWARDS WINNER 2019 - BEST FANFICTION •

Winters in London are cold. Harry drinks tea to keep warm. Lena doesn't like that. She's much more of a coffee person, really.

"No. No you don't understand. This guy is worse. He's not like your usual pain-in-the-fucking-arse pap. This guy. This guy is a fucking creep." a psychological harry styles au story. All Rights Reserved 2013 © arietem

Serena Davidson leads two lives. At school, she's a morbidly obese, stupid, nerdy, bitchy, slutty, and a teacher's pet. But at home she's the scrawny vegetarian pushover. What would possess someone to wear a fat suit every day? And what happens when someone finds out?

"Let me ask you something, aren't you tired of being innocent?" ©fanaticism All Rights Reserved.

☮ It was the unforgettable summer of 69' during the Woodstock Festival, where the legendary tune of Jimi Hendrix' Purple Haze floated into the misty morning air. It was in between camp tents and small fires in the late night, where love was equal and peace was everything. Where the air was thick with the scent of marijuana and creativity. While listening to legendary performances, and laying in the grass with the summer sun kissing our tanned skin. That was the summer I learnt what love was really about - and took part of what is still considered an iconic event for the cultural generation of the flower children with their slogan 'make love not war'. That was the summer I fell in love with a curly haired boy wearing a flower crown, whose smile and kind eyes I would never truly forget again. ✿ cover by @fvixola ✿ WARNING: this story contains use of psychedelic drugs. All Rights Reserved 2014 © arietem

[on hold] Foxwell City located in the States had never really been anything special. My high school life was painfully ordinary and reaching to that inevitably point where each day seemed to last a little longer just to make my dreams and freedom seem even further away. Had I ever imagined what would happen when he moved to town? No - never in my wildest dreams - but life has funny ways of surprising you. And one early misty morning you’ll find yourself holding onto a guy like him who’s practically a stranger while the roar from the engine of his motorcycle beneath you echoes through the undisturbed small town neighborhood - and you can’t be sure whether the adrenaline burning in your veins is caused from being so close to him or if it’s caused by the deadly speed that whips your hair back. All you know is you will never forget it again. I’m Alex Stone and this is the story of how the Fosters moved to my small town and turned my life upside down. This is the story about how love found me, when I very least expected it. All Rights Reserved 2012. Rewritten version anno 2014 © arietem