Josephine Marie Laken is a girl who just wants to be the perfect daughter to her parents. She craves to bring home perfect grades, even though it stresses her out to no ends. When she agrees to tutor a student in History as a favor to Mr. Harbors, that will also help raise her grade, she didn't know just what she was getting into. And she wondered; if I did know how everything would go from there on, would I have changed anything? Or would I have walked straight down the road of ruins anyways?

I won't stop until that boy is mine ©All Rights reserved. Danny Knight

"Hey, Sierra" he said, wetting his cherry lips with his tongue while staring at me, a somewhat amused look in his green irises. And in that moment, I realised that I was screwed. [BOOK TWO - read Artwork first] 2/11/19 #86 in fanfiction

A story of first true love between an unsuspecting, extroverted girl and an awkward, beautifully magnetic boy. WARNING: Explicit sexuality. All Rights Reserved to styleslegend, 2018 ©

"Sierra, you go with Harry Styles." I raised up my head at the words, giving my teacher an incredulous glance. "Do I really have to?" Was the only thing I managed to say. The teacher gave me an annoyed look. "Did you not understand? You go with Harry Styles." I turned my head to look at him. At the mention of his name he glanced up, and if his green eyes hadn't frozen me in place already, the unimpressed look he gave me would've done it right away. [BOOK ONE] [BOOK TWO - AQUARELLE] Started: Feb 2018 Completed: April 2019 18/01/19 #1 in fanfiction 28/09/18 #1 in harrystyles 06/10/18 #1 in harry • THE FICTION AWARDS WINNER 2019 - BEST FANFICTION •

Charlotte is a sort of star that never dies, she's a sunny sky with clouds that cry. Harry is a sort of flower that never fully blooms, he's the dark side of the moon.

An invitation. A stroll around an old theatre, reminiscing on love, loss and tragedy. The final curtain. The final bow.

©martomlin All rights reserved Dead Flowers January 2018 Completed (under lazy reconstruction) - - Jane Hughes is an eighteen-year-old girl that is about to dive head-first into the blood-thirty jaws of womanhood. Plagued with a mother that resents her youth, a disinterested father, and an impetuous ex-fiancee that's never been told no, she is on the cusp of change. She's certain her days will be spent with her unfathomably gorgeous best friend in the tiny music shop where they work. Then there's Harry. He's graceful, intense, handsome. He waltzes into her world carefully, one boot-clad foot in front of the other. They fall hard and fast for another, hardly having time to brace themselves for the initial impact. Harry nudges her toward a revolution outside of peace rallies and Vietnam protests, one that is gritty, insatiable, and tangible. Set against the backdrop of the violent, decadent early 1970's in North America, Jane navigates her path with uncertain boldness.

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!