Isabella Maxwell: a girl that craved adventure. Harry Styles: a guy that fights to give her one. Harry Styles AU // This story has absolutely nothing to do with Harry Styles. His physical traits are used but nothing more. This is fiction. // Includes mature scenes without warning. All Rights Reserved © jhildey 2014 *NOT TRANSLATING* This is fiction. The thoughts and feelings of a character does not represent my own. Please remember that.

"Oh fųck, here we go again with the name guessing," some girl behind us groans. "Remedy?" Harry tries. The girls shake their heads and yell my name again. "Trinity?" He asks but frowns when the girls shake their heads again and point their fingers at me. They yell my name once again. "Ovaltine?" He tries again, chuckling at the end. "Kennedy?" Harry asks finally, and the girls grin in success - I see on the big screens. Harry straightens up and fist pumps. I feel the whole world closing in. "She's Kennedy!" Mom yells, pointing at me. Understanding dawns on Harry and he resumes his previous crouch, this time, right in front of me. "Hello Kennedy," he drawls with a dimpled smile on his face. ---- (May 22, 2020) #1 on #kennedywalsh (September 7, 2020) #1 on #celebrity (October 2, 2020) #16 on #harrystyles (November 10, 2020) #1 on #1d

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

>>>> "That's the thing about life, everyone expects the best but accepts the worst."<<<<

"I still love her. I've always loved her," "You don't know what you love anymore," Sequel to Let me be the one to save you © 2014 by tacoash. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

"Somehow in this fucked up mess I managed to fall for you."

Where a naive girl with lots of baggage and a rockstar that can't seem to think of anyone but himself fall in love over the span of 24 hours

"7:15, that's our time."

I ran. And ran. And ran. Faster than my feet could bear. Farther than my heart could stand. But I never stopped. Because, looking back, there was a man and a dark room. Looking forward, there was hope.