"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.

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]

I would never get tired of being bent over his desk.

Book 2 ❝I wish I remembered before it was too late.❞

welcome to block f, a place where you can make a hole in your wall just by punching it. cover by @misfit_logan

"cause you know I love the players, and you love the game" cover by @/selfconfessed :)

'Not once did I think would end up in a stupid supermarket buying condoms for my boss's son!' ... Ella Lane became the personal assistant of one of the worlds most respectable business men as soon as she graduated high school, though she didn't know the extra baggage that would come with the job being his son, Harry Styles. He's flirty and charming though Ella can see right through his games as she has become accustomed to it over the past three years in which they soon develop a playful friendship. But what happens when after all this time, one of them begins to feel something just a little bit more than a mutual friendship....

He just stood there staring at me. "Can I help you?" I asked gaining some confidence. "Yeah. You can start by sorting out these files, contacting these people, and getting me a coffee." He said dropping several folders on my desk. He started to walk out the door when I spoke again. "Who do you think you are?" I asked annoyed "I think that I'm Ashton Irwin, your new boss." ___________ Story Began- August 30, 2014 Highest Ranking- Fanfiction: 74

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" I say to the person I bump into. He's rather tall and has a muscular body. "No, I'm sorry. Here let me get your books," a voice all to familiar says and reaches for my book on the ground. I look up at his face and freeze where I am. Maybe if I push my hair in front of my face, he won't notice it's me. "Elise?" Too late. •What happens when Elise and Luke see each other? Will they reconnect the love they once had for each other or leave it alone and fully move on? What happens when secrets are found out?• "Yeah, hi," I mutter.

Genevieve was a girl of simplicity and self value. The bartender down the road was quite the opposite. In which a stupid boy makes a stupid bet with a stupid girl and everything goes downhill. - Maybe it was the way the smoke blew from his lips. Or maybe it was the way he flexed his muscles as he washed down the bar counter. There was something, something about him she couldn't resist. - Luke Hemmings A.U (STRONG LANGUAGE USED. TRIGGERING SCENES. Read at your own risk) Started October 2014 - Ended © 2016 TaraNoell. All rights reserved