This is NOT a sequel to Grey Street, only bits and pieces of their story after that day in the café. I'd highly suggest reading Grey Street first. What happens when Harry becomes the missing piece of Elle's New York story.

Elle Grey doesn't need anyone. She only needs herself, a paintbrush, and if she gets desperate enough, there are the few people she actually tolerates that she can talk to. She knows that there's more out there in the world - in fact, she spends most of her time either daydreaming or painting about it. She knows that the South Dakotan town she's grown up in is only suffocating her. That's why she finds Harry so intriguing. He's different and he brings out something in her that she wasn't sure was still there. Suddenly she's second-guessing everything she has known her entire life - maybe she does need someone.

"She lays down on the bedroom floor The chemicals that make her love don't seem to be working anymore"-The 1975 Her fingers hover over the keypad, desperate to say something but not knowing at all what to say. There are so many things that she wants to say to him, so many things that she'd already said aloud and that she'd talked herself into saying to make sure he knew how much he'd hurt her, how much he was still hurting her. But it was pointless. He doesn't want to listen and he hardly even cares. She's just wasting her breath like he's wasting her time. Edited chapters will be marked with this symbol: * [Any reference of lyrics to She Lays Down is copyright to THE 1975, I do not own any part of the song nor do I claim creation rights to it.]

Harry doesn't believe in coincidences. Neither should she.

This is the Sequel to Dark. This is not mine it belongs to han-rawr on tumblr.

"It was your love that got us into this mess" she said, running her hands over my shoulders. "Well, baby, it's going to be yours that gets us out of it" I said quietly. ~ Sequel to Excessive WARNING: Contains sexual content and mature language, read at own risk!! Copyright All Rights Reserved © fxckingpayno

"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!"

you can only be pushed so far. trigger warning: book contains murder and sexual assault towards the end of the book

'Not once did I think would end up in a stupid supermarket buying condoms for my boss's son!' ... Ella Lane became the personal assistant of one of the worlds most respectable business men as soon as she graduated high school, though she didn't know the extra baggage that would come with the job being his son, Harry Styles. He's flirty and charming though Ella can see right through his games as she has become accustomed to it over the past three years in which they soon develop a playful friendship. But what happens when after all this time, one of them begins to feel something just a little bit more than a mutual friendship....

"Caroline." He whispered again. "You don't know me". "Don't know me yet." he said after a long pause.