*CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* Have you ever met someone that made falling feel like flying? ~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Preview: "Do you think, if you jumped from this roof - it'd feel like falling or flying?" I ask, keeping up with our theme of asking random useless questions that we've been going back and forth with for the past half hour. I stare at my feet swinging back and forth, looking down at the alleyway behind the building; pondering the question over in my head that I often wonder too much about. I glance over to Harry when he doesn't answer straight away and he's watching me with a look I can't read. "Unless you were a bird or could fly, it would just feel like falling. Because you'd know you were going to hit the ground" he decides to answer, staring at me like he's somewhat bothered that I asked him that. I look back down at the ground, and shrug my shoulders, "I think if you didn't care about hitting the ground it could feel like flying for a few seconds." ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ STARTED 11TH MARCH 2019 - ONGOING

Highest rankings: Teen humor: #1 (23rd July 2020) Cheesy romance: #1 (11th May 2020) Cliche: #1 (22nd May 2020) Teen romance: #1 (18th June 2020) Highschool: #1 (22nd June 2020) Love: #3 (30th June 2020) Rome: #3 (22nd August 2020) Follow my Instagram for any updates and if you have any questions: @nikki_k123 Avery is on a summer girls trip with her best friends Sophia and Amelia, to celebrate summer before they become seniors. And I know Rome doesn't exactly scream 'girls trip' but Rome has its own magic, doesn't it? Hoping to have a girls' trip and avoid people they know as they travel, Avery just happens to run into Ryder. The school's most arrogant, agitating and annoying guy. He's on a trip with his best friends Owen and Colton. What a coincidence, right? All it takes is one drunken girl, one drunken boy, and an unexpected one night stand for the hatred to build between these two. It's a fine line between love and hate and these just might cross it as they dance on the edge. Butterflies, racing hearts, tears, and stolen kisses. What happens in Rome, stays in Rome. Or does it?