This is NOT my story, this belongs to xcalliex but she has deleted it along with her other novels. I uploaded this because it is a beautiful book, and other people wanted to read it. Just a heads up for some readers, I am willing to take this book down if she asks.

Wey hey it's Sniall. This is my daily journal.

"If loving you kills me tonight, then I was ready for death the moment you said hello." «R.M Drake»

[Completed, but in desperate need of editing] " A guy and a girl can be just friends, but at one point or another, they will fall for each other…Maybe temporarily, maybe at the wrong time, maybe too late, or maybe forever. " This is a story of a boy and a girl, Harry Styles and Azalea Longman, a boy band member and a student in literature. This is the story of how their paths crossed for the first time, how they fell for one another and how they dealt with being from two different worlds. For one of them, falling in love happened slowly, for the other, it was all at once, but they had one thing in common: they both knew that there was more to life than the beds that they shared, but they would rather fall asleep together than to find out.

Sequel to One Minute. "Stand here with me, for one minute."

Alexis chose the summer of 1996 to visit her Nonna in small, poorly known Clarkesville, Georgia. This year happens to be her favorite. Because a certain guy with ripped flannels, loose thick curls, and piercing green eyes won not only his thrilling illegal drag-races, but won the best trophy of them all. Her heart. [will contain mature content and much, much fluff]

Winters in London are cold. Harry drinks tea to keep warm. Lena doesn't like that. She's much more of a coffee person, really.

A story of first true love between an unsuspecting, extroverted girl and an awkward, beautifully magnetic boy. WARNING: Explicit sexuality. All Rights Reserved to styleslegend, 2018 ©

no·to·ri·ous/adjective: famous or well known, typically for some bad quality or deed. Harry Styles, by the very definition of the word is notorious. Not only for his good looks, charm, and unfathomable musical talent, but also for his womanizing and heartless attitude. Aspen Russo, by the very definition of the word, hates Harry Styles. Not only because he calls her "munchkin" and constantly looks down her shirt, but also because he flirted his way into her band and refuses to leave. Through drunken nights, illegal adventures, sizzling chemistry, and a few secrets bubbling at the surface Aspen may just learn that definitions were meant to be applied loosely. WARNING: Graphic sexual content. I am also not responsible for any feels or heartache (good and bad) this story ensues.