She's planning her ex-boyfriend's wedding. [WARNING: i wrote this when i was 13. read at your own risk.]

[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.

❝Monsters don't sleep under your bed; they scream inside of your head.❞

**A new, mature version will soon to be published on my account Alice Dawson and her parents just move into a one-hundred year old house. There has said to be a brutal murder down in the basement. When Alice has to retrieve something from the basement, she feels a presence. She couldn't tell if it was a good, or bad presence. Someone--preferably a young man-- has been speaking to her in her head. She thought she was just imagining things. But, she sees a young man down in the basement staring at her. She blinks, and he disappears. When Alice takes time in investigating, she finds out who was brutally murdered in the basement. Harry Styles.

Elle Grey doesn't need anyone. She only needs herself, a paintbrush, and if she gets desperate enough, there are the few people she actually tolerates that she can talk to. She knows that there's more out there in the world - in fact, she spends most of her time either daydreaming or painting about it. She knows that the South Dakotan town she's grown up in is only suffocating her. That's why she finds Harry so intriguing. He's different and he brings out something in her that she wasn't sure was still there. Suddenly she's second-guessing everything she has known her entire life - maybe she does need someone.

I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be. - Douglas Adams

❝ What's your name?❞ ❝ I- Ione. My name is Ione.❞ ❝Nice to meet you Ione, I'm Harry.❞ ❝I know.❞ Why is it so hard to make the one that makes me feel safe, my home? ©COPYRIGHT 2015 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED @LondonLightsxo

"That's the thing about time, you don't think anything is changing until you look back and realise that nothing is the same."

The London Institute Home of the young girls with anorexia, bulimia, anxiety, and schizophrenia. Also a pair of emerald green eyes that belong to a boy named Harold. AN// I am writing this book, not to make fun of mental disorders but to show how serious they are. Disclaimer// book is for mature audiences

Violet falls infatuated with a man by the stage name of Styles. He wears black jeans and battered boots always, rotating between t-shirts and frilly shirts. He has the unsteadiest of hands, for he puts everything he has into hitting the high notes and less into breathing. He is the embodiment of everything a singer should be; beautiful, captivating. Within the walls of his home, away from Club 102, Harry struggles to get by. He is broken, all shaky hands and fingertips stained blue from too many nights spent in the shower, clutching at soaked denim. He is but the shadow of a man that used to be, and never would be again. Violet falls in love with a man by the name of Harry Styles. It is undeniable; he loves her. But it isn't enough. Cover by: @milkystyles