A continuation of After 3, which was by @imaginator1d. Continued by someone who enjoyed reading her books and would like to continue them. Tessa Young and Harry Styles have been through thick and thin and it seems as if their happily ever after has come at last... Or has it?

I obviously do not own after .. but I love it.. so.. just a bunch of moments that I love...or just random <3

So Anna Todd wrote an AMAZING series called 'After'. Everyone that has read it most likely wants there to be another book.. I mean who wouldn't want one? So please let's get Anna to see this and write an After 4! @imaginator1D

Poems written after my favorite book series 'After' by Anna Todd. All rights reserved©

Hi! So it's just a short paragraph(/whatever you'd call it) about Hessa. About Harry not giving up on Tessa. I wrote it while I was reading Chapter 277 (After 3) Idk why I'm publishing it I just kind of like it. I hope you like it too :)

'Pain isn't remotely kind in that way. Pain wants its promised pound of flesh, ounce for ounce. It won't settle until you're left with nothing but a flaky shell of who you were. The burn of betrayal and the sting of rejection hurt, but nothing compares to the pain of being empty. Nothing hurts worse than not hurting at all and it makes no sense and perfect sense at the same time and I'm convinced I'm going crazy and I'm actually okay with that.'

The passionate story of Tessa and Hardin continues as family secrets, deep betrayals, and career opportunities threaten to tear them apart.

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.

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.

He never knew life could be this way, but truly if he did, he wouldn't have cared. He cared about nothing, not even himself until her. Before her, he was empty/ Before her he knew nothing of joy or completion, and this is his journey to his life After her.