Average story --------------- About a girl who falls for a boy, that can only see his past- until he realizes she's his future. ••••••••••••••• Short story by: *Drum roll* Me!!! ;) It's rated Mature and yada yada, you know the rest. Thank You for reading, if you do so. And if not, I don't know what you're still doing here??? *waves goodbye* Also, I'm writing this story based on a vine edit I saw by Megs edits, entitled; Harvard Uni. If you haven't seen any of her vines, you really should, they're amazing! So all credits go to her for my inspiration. That vine is literally what I consider to be the trailer for this story, so go check it out! Lastly, I would just like to thank the oh so wonderful, Anna Todd, for inspiring me to write. I love her so much, and I'm so blessed to have her in my life. So I'd advise you to read anything she publishes, because it's always amazing. So like our babe would say, "All the love xx" and I hope you enjoy my story!

"Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist." ~ Guy de Maupassant The Sequel to Coalescence

BOOK 2 OF THE ANCHOR SERIES Waves makes for an unsteady sea, really. Depending on the wind and the pressure, waves either lay peacefully against the sand, its current slow and steady, or crash onto the shore. There's no way to predict which way the wind will blow, there's no way to know how strong the waves will be. When the wind blows hard, when the waves are aggressive, the only thing you can do is hold on and hope you'll be strong enough not to let go. Hope that although there's no way to predict how strong the waves will be, you'll always be stronger than them, hope that through everything, you won't drown. Waves, they come and they go, and sometimes, when they hit the shore, they destroy sandcastles.

[COMPLETED] * currently editing asset • noun a useful or valuable thing or person. A sociopath mafia member who is far too good at his job, and a girl who never wanted to be a part of it, but somehow always would be. ©lonelyari 2020

Escapism (noun): the tendency to seek distraction and relief from unpleasant realities, especially by seeking entertainment or engaging in fantasy. Mikayla never intended to do this for a living, but desperate times call for desperate measures, a phrase that Harry is all too familiar with. After three years in a one-sided marriage, Harry needed an escape. He found his way to the Bliss club where he hoped to unwind, but he never intended for this to be a long-term fix. Soon enough, paid encounters turn into much more and things become complicated. --- - Honorable mention for "Best Smut" in the 1D Imagination Awards Summer Edition 2015

Abscond (verb): to leave hurriedly and secretly, typically to avoid detection of or arrest for an unlawful action such as theft. // "They had to run, run for their lives." WARNING: Extremely explicit sexual content and language. Only read if you are comfortable with mature content. All Rights Reserved to harryartwork, 2016 ©

*Sequel to Fireproof* Everyone saw Samantha and Harry Styles as the perfect couple. They thought they were unbreakable, but things cause them to think differently. Mistakes are made and promises are broken. The don't know if they'll be able to make it out of this. Reputations will be ruined and friendships will be lost.

Hayley is a happy, stress free 19 year old in college. Simple,right? Not really. Her step brother is Niall Horan. But that's not the issue. Harry Styles, is the factor that can drive her insane. Harry knows that she can sing. But he's never experienced her gift from up close. That was until the day he caught her playing her piano. Wonder struck by her talent, Harry has to sing with her again. He can't stay away from her and her amazing voice. While working on a song with her, he slowly falls in love with her. Realizing how good of a guy he really is, Hayley falls for him too. Hayley quickly realizes that loving him isn't what she needs. But being persistent, Harry doesn't give up on her. With Harry trying to win her heart, an unfortunate setback takes place.

DISCLAIMER: This story was written in late 2012. I wrote Strings Attached as an adolescent with no idea how a healthy, adult relationship should function. This story is dark and twisted in a way that my teen mind couldn't comprehend at the time. There are more than a few scenes in this book with sensitive content. I--in no way--support rape culture and I do not condone my character's actions. However, as I said, this story was written in an ignorant state of mind. I will not remove this story from Wattpad. It is part of my past and though I am disappointed with the content, it shows how far I've come not just as an author but as a free-thinking adult. Thank you for reading. **Excerpt** "Say... it," She gasped, throwing her head back, cupping my face in her hands so that I was forced to meet her gaze. "You're mine." She held my gaze for a second more, before crushing her lips against my own, arms wrapping tight around my neck, pulling me down to her level. Arms sliding easily around her, she wrapped her legs around me as I lifted her up, lips traveling over her chest and collarbone. She moaned as my hands dug into her tender flesh, pulling on it, their violence a stark contrast to the gentle kisses teasing their way up her neck. Bright lines marked the paths that my nails had etched into her skin, marking her, beautiful red tattoos, spreading out over her entire body. Her small hands knotted in my hair, pulling harder and harder as she fought the urge to cry out...