"Jesus! What are you doing" I yelled. "Most people call me Harry, but Jesus is ok too" he smirked. I clutched my iPod to my chest. Still trying to calm myself. Before I had the chance warm lips were crashed to mine... Highest Ranking before being rated mature...#2 in FanFiction!!!

Harold was an elephant. Quite the attractive elephant, as far as good looks go for elephants. He went on an adventure to the watering hole on one of the many days of intense heat that Africa is known for. It wasn't just a normal day at the watering hole. Harold, while too distracted by the glistening cold water and his soothing mud bath, had sat on top of a small warthog piglet. Now Harold has the responsibility of nursing this piglet back to health. Will he make a new friend? Will he find a steady girlfriend? Will he be the next Justin Timberlake? Only the future can tell.

My name's Marcel. Nerd. Poet. Teenage Loser. You think you know the real me, but you don't. I wish you could see the true me, but no one has cared enough to. Until she came. All rights go to _smilelikeniall (myself). Everything is written by me. No copyright intended. Please do not claim my words and/ or ideas as yours. Do not repost my words without giving me credit. Thank you.

The Styles Triplets. They all look the same, but are completely different. First, there's the oldest, Harry, who's the popular one. The one with both girls and guys falling at his feet. The one who rules the school with a group of other guys. The Perfect Child, if you will. Next, there's Marcel, the middle kid. The nerd. The one no one knows or cares about. The one with amazing grades and wears suspenders with big, black glasses. The Smart One. Lastly, there's Edward, the youngest. The punk. The one everyone avoids. The one with lip-rings and tattoos. The Rebel. None of them liked each other, they almost never talked to each other and soon enough found themselves never taking to each other again. Until one night when Marcel is hurt... Badly. Thrown to the ground and left die like a piece of trash. On their journey, their bound to talk and soon feel something towards each other that feels so right, but is so wrong. They have to find love soon... Right?

Harry Styles; Woodside High School’s heartbreaker and player who’s constantly searching the field for the next person to sleep with Niall Horan; a reporter for the Woodside High Newspaper and determined to beat Harry at his own game. Cover made by: @Bu12r63