"To tell the truth, just talking aloud soothes me. Maybe it's because telling these stories is like reliving those breathtaking moments. Or maybe because it reassures me that I won't ever forget them. To me, making sure these memories stay alive means Harry will, too."

"Nothing gold can stay." -Robert Frost Twitter: @Atlantis094 Cover: The Floz

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

This is the sequel (continuation) of After. Hardin and Tessa's relationship will be tested in ways she never expected, but he knew of all along.

Jade was a smart goody goody. Her friends would never see her doing anything bad. Shes never drank or smoked or had a boyfriend. She was picky and wanted a guy like her. Harry was a bad boy. He would skip class just for a smoke or just ditch. Jade never thought she would be caught up with a guy like this. Will they even try to be closer? Read to find out thanks! :D

Everyone has a secret, right? A secret no one is supposed to know about? But what if somebody does? Take Jade as an example. She was just walking home from work on a cold winter night when she heard screaming. No one was around usually at this time of night, and she was alone. She decided to ignore it, but heard it again. She followed the sound which lead into a nearby park. What happens when she sees something she's not supposed to see? What happens if the people who did the awful thing, knew she saw? What happens when the people who did the awful thing are the boys every girl around the world knows about named, One Direction? Copyright © 2012-2013 xxJadeStylesxx

***WARNING: OF VIOLENT AND SEXUAL NATURE*** ***THIS BOOK IS UNDER EDITING. PLEASE CONSIDER THIS WHILE READING, THANK YOU** ❝I think violence in a cinematic context can be, if handled in a certain way, very..seductive.❞ I was innocent, way too innocent in a way that allowed people to screw me over. Including the flithy rich pricks that I called my parents. I didn't have any edge or charisma to my walk, and that's something I was told a lot. Then there was the troubled boy, Harry Styles, who stared into your soul, just because he could. Him, he had charisma, and the edge, and everything that I wanted. And I wanted him to teach me. Give me intensive, heated lessons. Sex lessons. o r i g i n a l ↬ Watch TRAILER before READING ↫ Credits for trailer: SOCKMONKEY7707 ©Floz__

"I'll kiss you here," Harry said pointing to Alicia's lips and then his finger trailing down her neck. Harry saw her close her eyes and he couldn't help but smirk. She was just too innocent. "And then...." she breathes. "And then...." Harry hums and presses his body against hers. "I will do this." Harry puts both his hands in her hair and crashes their lips together. After several seconds he pulls back, gives himself a head shake and smiles at his student. "Thats it for now." With that Harry strides away from her, but that wouldn't be the last time.