"They say insanity is trying the same thing but expecting something new" - Anson Seabra. SEQUEL TO STYLIST El kept telling him it was only meant to be for one night. She kept that mentality, or tried to. Harry didn't believe one bit of the front she put up so he fought hard. Right when he had her...he pushed her away. Through heart break and confusion that neither of them expected they found each other again, but can they make it work, or were they truly doomed from the start? EXCERPT: "When someone like me feels pain, or happiness or anything for that matter, I take it and I go with it... I use it as inspiration." He tells me. "So you wrote a song about me?" I ask, feeling my hands fumble as I try not to act as nervous as I feel while waiting for the answer. "The whole album is about you..." he tells me, and I realize he's more nervous than I am. I broke his heart... we broke each other's heart, and now all we can do is pick up the broken pieces... or try to.

Roots from the trees go deep within the soil of the earth. Roots within us grow deep within our soul, linking us to our family, our hopes, our dreams.. Our roots lead us to our start.. they lead us to our heart. Sterling King is a girl with deep roots, and long branches that lead to nothing. Harry Styles is a boy with bright leaves, and ever growing colors. EXCERPT: "Hi." "Um... hi." "What's your name?" "Sterling...." "Well... Aren't you going to ask me what mine is?" "No...Why would I do that?" "Because I'm a stranger peaking over the fence... I thought you'd be curious." "Well I'm a stranger sitting in a tree house... I stopped being curious a long time ago. Curiosity brings nothing but trouble." "Well I'm Harry... and I'm curious about you Sterling..." "Well... stop." -------------------------- DO NOT PRINT MY WORK!!! "Roots are not in landscape or a country, or a people, they are inside you." - Isabel Allende • TW: mentions of death, and rape/sexual assault. PTSD.

Sé dónde te escondes, sola en tu auto. Conozco todas las cosas que te hacen ser quien eres. Sé que adiós no significa nada. Regresas y me ruegas que te atrape cada vez que caes. ~Maroon 5 Hay una sola cosa que le interesa a Margot: conseguir entrar en un programa de música. Mientras que en los planes de Adam sólo está lo usual: su música. Hasta que él, sin querer, se enamora de ella. Margot no cree en el amor. Pero, eventualmente... Margot cree en Adam.

She's America's sweetheart. He's a world famous musician, translating personal heartbreak to golden lyrics. A serendipitous encounter along the coast of Cannes sparks a passionate and unexpected romance that will leave the world in awe. "I loved you back in Cannes, do you understand? I loved you then and I'm standing here telling you that I love you now. I never stopped. Not for a fucking second." *Contains mature content

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

Una carta, siete pistas incriminatorias y treinta días para enmendar su pasado. Tic tac, tic tac, la carrera de Lizent hacia el abismo ya ha comenzado. . . . Sábado 23 de julio de 1894 Inicia el infierno. El heredero de la fortuna familiar así como el lastre que representa su apellido recibe una carta que acaba con su cordura. Sin señal alguna de procedencia, todos parecen culpables en un crimen impronunciable. Tiene treinta días para enmendar su pasado, encontrando los errores de otros en un purgatorio que parece no tener final. Debe expiar cada pecado, antes que el tiempo se agote. Puedes huir, pero el reloj acaba por alcanzarte. Siempre ten cuidado al correr sobre el abismo. ❤️Historia ganadora de #Wattys2018 en la categoría "Los Pioneros" ❤️ ⭐ Historia destacada del mes de octubre en @MisterioEs⭐