At the Nouveau Academy of the Arts and Sciences, all students are required to take either a music or art class before graduating. When Kennedy Marx is denied of her request to switch out of Music Theory, vivid details from her past as a piano prodigy come back to haunt her. At the same time, Griffin King moves into town as his father prepares for a reelection campaign as the current governor. Griffin's schedule is compiled of the remaining courses in Nouveau's rigorous academic program, and by a stroke of luck, Griffin ends up in Music Theory. From the very beginning, Griffin and Kennedy clash for known reasons -- Kennedy has no intentions on rehashing history, but Griffin is hellbent on trying to figure out her mysterious personality. When they both flunk Music Theory, somewhat purposefully, the two are thrown together in a project where they discover that history always finds the most peculiar ways to make a reappearance. When Griffin's family is put under the spotlight after his mother's mysterious disappearance and later discovered murder, Kennedy and Griffin learn that there's a very thin line between hate and lust to lust and love as they work together to piece together a broken society.

(alternatively called: slow burn, second-hand embarrassment, and shenanigans) A girl made up of short fuses, clumsy feet and copious amounts of sarcasm has to team up with her irritatingly obnoxious neighbour in the name of love (also known as raging teenage hormones). Because in the grand scheme of things, what's a little deal with the devil? (Spoiler Alert: absolute chaos.) cover by xdemonsflowerx

"To have her in his bed, in his arms, with her breath on his neck and her hair tickling the corners of his mouth -- he was finally able to think of his life as not only just a dark hole of violence. Maybe, just maybe, his life could mean something more." || mature hs fanfic. Cover credit to @pillow-case © highstylin

There's three things you should know about Harry: 1. When we were in ninth grade his biggest aspiration in life was to start a punk ukulele band. 2. Once I made him a bracelet with plastic beads that didn't have a pattern in the slightest, and he wore it for years until the pink string holding it together couldn't take any more wear and tear. 3. He's been my neighbor for more than half my life, and that hasn't changed now that we're in college. There's three things you should know about me: 1. I'm banned from the putt putt golf course in my hometown... but that's actually Harry's fault. 2. I'm not a fan of math, but I'm good at it, which has turned into a constant battle in my head. 3. I'm not about to fall in love with my best friend. I'm not.

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.

[completed] Two five year olds, two single parents - one plan. ©2014 TypicalFangirlx all rights reserved.

A short story about what it's like to love someone through pixels.

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.

"Listen... you can hear galaxies breathing." - Dennis Chen. A story of a free, happy spirit shining some light on a realistic, yet somewhat pessimistic boy while he tries to pull her head out of the clouds. © ALL RIGHTS RESEVED to highwaistedhemmings.

I used to sit in my bedroom and watch every movie imaginable, (big fan of romance films) I would always wonder what it was like to be the girls in the movie, having this agonizingly beautiful love story. I've always envisioned myself as them, and then my senior class goes to London for a trip, and suddenly I AM one of those girls in the movie, or I'm just having a really pleasant dream. If I am, please, I am begging you, don't wake me. [Everything in this story for the most part is fictitious] ©