Hello my name is Brooklyn and I'm 23! I was born in London but moved to Manchester when I was 8! I'm 5'3, I have long jet black hair and what some call crystal blue eyes, to me they are just blue. I'm moving back to London so i can spend more time with my BFF Zoe Sugg! Which means I get to spend more time with our youtube friends as well. Zoe and I went to primary school together, till I moved away. She is one of the only people i trust because I've been hurt in my life, mostly by men. My father left me and my mother when I was two so I don't remember much about it. Because of this I have trust and some commitment issues so I don't really date much, or at all really. But hey every girl should know you can't trust a boy. *Please not this was written in 2013-2014!! This is a very "(British) Youtube Crew 2013" fanfic so a lot of our current faves are not in here! Just keep that in mind! [ WARNING: This book has horrible grammar and spelling mistakes (I was 16 at the time sorry)! Also the Suggs have green eyes by accident so please don't complain about it in the comments and jut roll with it like I had to!xx ]

"Finn, I-" "Let's make it clear alright Anna? You're just a little sister to me, nothing more nothing less. I have April, I'm happy with April and I don't think you would change that." Those words strike me so hard. It was hurtful and embarrassing. Well, at least I got this cleared up, and I wouldn't leave without any regrets... Little sister... I turn my back and ran. Just running and running, tears started streaming down my face like a waterfall. It started to rain, adding to the atmosphere, argh this is so fucked. I could hear Finn shouting my name but I couldn't. His voice slowly faded away, "I love you Finn" ------ Before you start saying, i've facts wrong... I know that Jack and Finn are from different uni and taking different subjects, but for this story let's take it as they took the same subject and everything. But Finn stills takes graphic designing and Jack stills studies drama in this story (I won't mention any of this in the story tho). © 2013 by stylesmeup All rights reserved.

"You do realize a journal is an extremely personal thing right?" His voice was raspy, low and threatening, making me take a step back in panic as he continued, "so my only question is why the fuck are you standing with mine?" - first book - - instagram acc: @thejournalofficial - - for extra material: arietem.wix.com/arietemx - All Rights Reserved 2013 © arietem

3 Identical Boys...Triplets The "Styles" Triplets All 3 look so similar to one another but, they're all different in their own way. Marcel is the goody goody. Gets straight A's wears funky glasses and isn't the best with the ladies. Edward. The punk, the rocker & the bad one. He isn't the nicest person you'll meet. He's inked all over and a carefree guy. Does what he wants when he wants. And lastly..Harry. The sweetheart, the gentleman & the ladies man. The popular kid in school who everyone admires. The life of any party. All 3 of these boys are so different from each other for looking so much alike. But they do have ONE thing in common. They all like the same girl...... © COPYRIGHT @IWLWWY_Fanfics 2013 ♡

After Harry continues to struggle to keep up with the others, the boys' manager suggest Harry get an inspiration like the rest of the boys; A girl. Harry agrees, not expecting to get much out, but he'll do anything to get his writing-mojo back. But he definitely wasn't expecting to meet a girl like Olivia.

'I took out my camera, taking photos of the trees, children running around or drawing on the street sidewalks, street dancers showing off their best moves to the crowd. I suddenly take one photo of man, standing near his cart as he was selling colorful balloons to a little girl. I look at the photo in my camera as I notice a girl, a girl with long brown hair. I quickly look up as I see her, she was sitting on a bench as she sketching something in her sketch pad. She looks up to the item she was sketching when I notice her gorgeous looks but what I really noticed was her big brown eyes. I don't know her name, I don't know who she is. But just by liking at her can tell she knows how, love is creativity' Harry Styles is a photographer, who moves to New York to reaccomplish his dreams due to mistake he has made. Focused on his career, Harry doesn't except to find love or doesn't plan on to since his last tragic relationship. But what happens when he meets Selena Gomez? A girl who finds a passion for art and creativity, also happens to be snapped into one of Harry's photos. Will Harry do whatever it takes to catch her attention and win her over with his creativity and charm? Or will trouble come along for this two creative lovebirds?

The events unfolding in England, a country that is known for racing. This game has two stars. Harry Styles- young, attractive, jerk boy and Ben Marshall - dangerous, ruthless "mafioso" . Their disagreements turns into a bloody confrontation when Marshall harms Harrys family. Harry is ready to take all appropriate steps to destroy Ben . He is ready for everything, he won't stop. But everything changes when Harry discovers that he is in love with Katherinne, the sister of his bloody enemy. Let's see what happens :) ) ) Guys, this is my first fanfic in English and I'll have too many mistakes..and I'm sorry for that. Hope you'll enjoy. Don't forget to vote and comment.

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

One thing you should know about Cassie Nectar, is that she has a physco boyfriend. He's possessive, and treats her like a slave more than a girlfriend. So when she takes up the courage to put an end to their relationship - he's not happy. So much so, he tries to hurt her, but she's saved. By the dark haired and blue eyed boy that happens to be Louis Tomlinson. But is she safe?

Was it her beauty that reeled me in? The mysterious, deep, color her eyes contained? Or her addictive smile, smell, or even her personality? It was none of these things. The reason she's too afraid and too sad to even talk is what made her even more mysterious and captivating to me. Not talking for six years as a side affect from a tragic accident is what I learned had caused it; her sister and mothers death traumatized her. And my goal is to help her break free, to help her gain the courage to live her life to the fullest. To speak to me.