I escaped my reality by reading fanfictions. They escaped their fanfictions to become my reality.

Sequel to The Styles Effect (Must read The Styles Effect first if you haven't before reading this one)

"Take it! Just take it!" I demanded in annoyance, springing my whole body out as I tackled Harry from behind. "For the tenth time I don't want your stupid virginity!"

Sequel to Cliché. In which two familiar people never really want whatever relationship they have left to end. And the other younger two don't know how to start.

If you were to mention her name in a locker room, or in a girls bathroom, you would always get the same look and smirk sent in your direction. Because she was an urban legend. Someone people told their younger siblings about when they wanted to brag about how awesome it was to be a teenager. The details and the ending would always change, but the conclusion to the story was always that; "that girl had some serious daddy issues." (Art on cover credited to http://athousandclouds.tumblr.com/)

She claimed that she could see his true colors. But the only color he ever knew were the red of his assignments. -Cover made by @Tonii