"Tell me," he whispered lightly stroking my back. "Please don't marry her..." my words barely audible. He pulls me away from his embrace so he could look at me directly in the eyes, "What?" There was another pause before I said the words I've needed to say. "I love you." And with those three words, both our worlds came crashing down. 11/28/17: #270 in fanfiction Thank you for reading I hope you enjoy x. -s © 2024, narrygoals Sage Helene. All rights reserved. This work contains material protected under international and federal copyright laws and treaties. Any authorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage or retrieval system without express written permission from the author.

❝Black ink on porcelain skin in the form of Harry Styles❞ Harry Styles is a tattoo artist. Upon entering the shop, Selene is oblivious to the fact that he'll mark more than just her skin with a needle and his jet black ink. A/N: OFFICIAL TRAILER INSIDE DISCLAIMER: This is NOT a projection of Harry Styles' or Selena Gomez's real life persona. His and Her name/physique are the only things used in this book and are not referred with the intentions to, in any way, degrade or chip at the beautiful souls that they are. #1 in FanFiction || 07/19/19 • Completed || 11/12/17 #24 in Alternative Universe || 5/19/18

Alexis chose the summer of 1996 to visit her Nonna in small, poorly known Clarkesville, Georgia. This year happens to be her favorite. Because a certain guy with ripped flannels, loose thick curls, and piercing green eyes won not only his thrilling illegal drag-races, but won the best trophy of them all. Her heart. [will contain mature content and much, much fluff]