Harry and his group of friends have bullied Cally without an idea of knowing why. Harry doesn't even know why, he just loves seeing her crumple under his gaze. But, when an incident involving her drunk dad and recovering mother takes place, Cally has to move in to a new neighborhood. The same neighborhood that Harry Styles lives in.

Harry Styles. Does that name ring a bell to any of you? Maybe a teen heart-throb? Or what about a certain member in a boy band perhaps? Well, I'm pretty sure that 99.99% of the female population refers to Harry Styles as the hottie from One Direction. Well... not Bethany Reid. She refers to him as a womanizer and a flirt. You see, Bethany is good friends with one of Harry's band mates Zayn. After hosting a surprise party for Zayn on his birthday, it seems like the curly haired cutie took a liking in her. She on the other hand, feels the complete opposite. Will the tables turn after Harry shows Bethany that he's as good in the heart as he is good looking?

"Who is he?" "He's trouble. I hate trouble. I hate him." ----------------- This story is mine. You may not copy it and take credit for it. If you want to make a tradiction please ask permission first or I WILL find you. Thank you and I love you all. This was my first fanfic that I actually completed and didn't delete so please don't judge my sad writing skillz. Enjoy the story and get your tissues ready.

Trust is like a paper, once crumpled; it'll never be the same ever again.

He was my best friend. He was there to hold me together while I was breaking, he could make me laugh when I was on the verge of tears, he protected me, he saved me when I didn't realize that I needed it. He helped me through a lot. Which is precisely why I started to fall for him and that terrified me. I didn't want feelings to get in the way of what we had. I had never felt, about anyone, the way I felt about Harry. I had felt heartbreak before and I knew I never wanted to feel it from him. But no matter how hard I tried I couldn't help but fall in love with him. I'm Natalie Anne Hollandsworth and this is the story of how I fell in love with my best friend.

Josephine was the daughter to a rich doctor father and trophy wife. She wasn't a socialite like her sister Gwen, she was just shy plain old Josephine. She was the pariah of high society. When her mother sticks her with the job of managing a kissing booth at a stuck up charity event, one kiss from beautiful and popular Olivia Winchester changes everything. All rights reserved to moi. Copyright © 2014 TheGodAthena17 Old Cover by: @jennisonsilverye

It says it all in the title.

Chris pulled me by the wrist slightly to keep me back. We looked at each other while we stood by the car. He rested his hands in my hips. "So....." he said nonchanantly, "I was thinking... maybe if you wanted go hang out tomorrow..." he smirked, "no offence, but just me and you.."  i smiled and looked away from him, down the street... at the tree in front of Luke's house... anywhere but his eyes. I knew if I looked at him I would blush redder than roses... but i had to. I looked him in the eye, surprised as my cheeks felt only slightly warm. "Are you asking me on a date.." I asked slowly, like if I said the words to fast he'd miss them and change the subject. His radiant green eyes looked into my dull hazle ones like I was what he'd been waiting for his whole life..... maybe I was. "Only if you say yes..." he said hesitantley... "But even if you said no... you really have no choice.." he joked. We laughed together. I played with the zipper of his sweater. "I'm sorry..  don't really like you like that.." I said through a small smile. I tried to contain my laughter when I saw confusion take over his radiant eyes but couldnt. He looked at me as I laughed into his chest. I could hear his heart beat, his lungs filling with air and letting air out.. again and again. I tuned my head so my lips were grazing his neck slightly.. only when he moved. "Of course I like you like that.. " I whispered. He let out a sigh of relief. "Pick me up tomorrow after school... at my house." I said as I pulled away, getting into the car. His eyes stared into mine as i closed the door and rolled down my window, "See you tomorrow.." he leaned into the window kissing me gentley on my cheek. "Good bye Gorgeous.." he said quietly. He stepped back as Luke pulled out of his drive way and down the street. We sat in silence for a few minuets. "You really like him..." he said to me as i stared out he window. I looked at him and smiled. "I always have...."

"You can call me daddy." "You cannot be fucking serious." __________ "This is a weird part of the internet, I don't like this place." - Michael Clifford, 2020.

Hi. Im skylr, im 13, And im ftm transgender, fun right? but with my religious family and unsupportive school. I think not. They keep trying to fix me, but in reality, there is nothing to fix. This is my story of becoming me.