Ashton Irwin and Lauren Chandler could not be more opposite. They both come from different universes, or so it seems. When they're forced into each others lives, will they learn that things aren't always as they appear? "You make the rhythm, I follow it."
Graceful and elegant were two words that came to his mind; a beautiful university student travelling around the world. Whereas he is just a bellman, rushing to room 2406 upon being called. // cover made by me :) copyright 2014-15 hickeysafi, all rights reserved
through her scars, he counted the times she needed him and he wasn't there. there were eleven.
She found something, or rather someone, she never expected to find in her new room.
♡you're wanting a second chance. but i can't. i'm afraid i'm not that strong♡ a story about a love's return, when it was just starting to become a memory.
in which the active costumer and the boy behind the counter send notes to each other in hope of help. © kodaline
# 101: throw a frisbee at her face. [disclaimer: as of now, this story does not include lgbt characters, i only put the tag on this story so wattpad can donate another dollar to a good cause (idk if that is allowed but...)]
"And why should I help you?" She sneered, a look of disgust obviously on her features. "Because, princess, I need a movie, and you need a crown." malums © 2014
"Welcome to the chase. Might as well just call it Hell." cover by @Iucifer
In which two teenagers find love in the warm summer days, and cool sweater weather nights.
"home is where the heart is, right? my heart's with you and i'll always want to come back home." © 2014, cuddlingcal. All Rights Reserved.
Hannah Grey's life is almost perfect until she meets her dream guy, Ashton Irwin. She knows he's too good for her, but that doesn't change the fact that she wants him.
[one] in which a drummer and a songwriter find common interest in a coffee shop - along with something more that neither of them could have ever expected.
"So what's your name, miss America?" He asked leaning his side against the chair, propping himself up with his arm. Oh god, his arm; tanned and toned. It took me a second to get it out. I'm sure he could feel how uncomfortable I was and I could tell he thought it was hilarious by the look of his crooked smile. "Um...
