"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...
Harry and Ella are in love, and have been for as long as they can remember. When Harry tells her that he has to leave for a year, Ella doesn't take it so well. She copes by writing in a journal, and decides to retell the story of how Harry and Ella came to be. Where did Harry go? How will Ella survive? Find out in De...