The hall is still a little bit crowded but no one is paying attention to the girl with the crazy I-just-had-sex hair and no panties under her skirt. I can't believe what just happened and I never will. I had sex with the one and only Harry Styles. Highest rank: #1 in Fanfiction.

"EW boys disgust me" Leah Grace Vincent never had a boyfriend and doesn't want one. Yes the chicklit movies make you want to want one but for Leah, she never really wanted one. But what happens to when Shawn Mendes, a boy who only wants to be live life to the fullest moves next to her and make her rethink about what she thinks about boys? "I am a rollercoaster that only goes up baby" He said

The one where Savannah goes on vacation with a friend only to meet Shawn Mendes. Although she could care less about his popularity, she cares about him quite a bit considering they just met. {note-this story is going through editing}

[highest ranking #1 TEEN FICTION] "What? Simon?! Are you kidding me?" He yelled. Harry Styles, the curly head of One Direction, had the life of a superstar. He was a part of the biggest boyband in the world and soon he changed to a person with the biggest ego on earth. The band's success was overwhelming and so was the handsome Harry. But what if his manager, Simon Cowell, gets fed up with his sudden behavior and he wants Harry as the normal, cheeky lad back, he once was. "I hope you are a good actor Marcel." Simon smirked, handing him his glasses. © - Copyright 2013 - NikolinaDrum ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.

My name's Marcel. Nerd. Poet. Teenage Loser. You think you know the real me, but you don't. I wish you could see the true me, but no one has cared enough to. Until she came. All rights go to _smilelikeniall (myself). Everything is written by me. No copyright intended. Please do not claim my words and/ or ideas as yours. Do not repost my words without giving me credit. Thank you.