Elena and Harry. High school sweethearts. Elena Carter. A photographer in Los Angeles that had everyone wanting her to take their picture. Harry Styles. Girls worship the very ground he walks on. People recognize Elena as the famous Harry Styles' ex girlfriend, but to her pleasure, the fans don't bother her too much. Although, she does have over ten thousand followers on Twitter. More than she should in her opinion. A year without contact, and Elena and Harry finally reunited. But he's famous and she's partially famous for her photography skills. But when they meet again, will old sparks once again form? Or will one be hot while the other's just cold?

What happens when Payton tries to fit in with her room mates by going out. Payton soon finds herself in a situation with one of Las Vegas gangs. She's soon picked by the Harry styles forcing her to do whatever he pleases.

Harry was tired of it. He was tired of being the "lead singer" of the band. He was tired of being "the flirty, filthy manwhore". He hated the fame. He hated the attention. He hated everything. Scarlett was tired of breathing. She just got out of rehab but still struggling. Her whole life she'd been known as "the quiet girl". She was always in everyone else's shadow. She was constantly put down, overlooked, and constantly change so she'd "be good enough". "Tired" couldn't even explain her pain. The two seem to be completely different, but are they really? When they finally meet they realize one thing: They're just what they needed. // book one of the strings series //

"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 didn't think it was possible to be so fascinated by one person, but I was. And I couldn't do anything about it.