When Brooklyn sees her boyfriend, Heath, making out with someone else at a New Years party she breaks up with him and leaves the party. She gets lost and eventually runs into the charming Harry Styles. But Brooklyn isn't looking for a relationship. So she decides to be friend with him. She sets up a series of rules for her about who she can date so she won't get hurt. Rule number one, no dating friends, including Harry. But rules are meant to be broken, right?

*COMPLETED* Nothing's right in my life, nothing ever goes right. I'm alone. I needed someone. I got that someone. And he left me stranded. Stranded in the land of hopelessness. Now he ends up famous while I'm walking the streets of London. I miss the old you.. The one I used to talk to.

*y'all DON'T READ THIS. i wrote this at thirteen. you've been warned.* "Harry, it's been rumored that if you have a daughter you would name her Darcy. Any particular reason why?" The interviewer asked. I gulped and glanced down at my feet, not wanting to talk about the girl that I had lost. "Um, yeah, actually." I admitted. "I used to be friends with a girl named Darcy... but she was kidnapped and never found again. I think that I'd like to name my daughter Darcy in her memory." My heart started to ache as I remembered Darcy Monroe and knew that I would never see her again. Or so I thought. © Copyright 2013. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact _HakunaMatata_ on Wattpad.com

Warning: highly cliché and cheesy. Somehow once got to #1 in fanfiction