'There you go. My mum always told me kisses make everything better' ∞ Or in which two best friends fall apart but come back stronger.

❝I'm sorry, Mr. Tomlinson, the auditions are closed. You can always try again next year.❞

The story of Harry and Ray had to begin somewhere. I do not own any of the people used to portray the characters. This work is entirely fictional. This work contains my own original ideas. Please do not copy. Plagiarizers will be reported.

*Updates most Mondays* Book Two in the Darien Grace Chronicles "I couldn't hear the music. I knew that it was pulsing all around me, I could feel it vibrate through the air, but I couldn't hear it. I hadn't been able to hear it for a while now. I just couldn't. I hadn't set foot near a piano in nearly three weeks. The music didn't matter. What was the point of it anyway? Music was a distraction. Music was a curse."

why are you making an effort to find me when you're the one that left - Sequel to My Teacher

"Why do they call it Shadowood?" I ask as we walk deeper into the forest. Old, dried up leaves crunch beneath my feet as I move a branch to the side, and drops of water from the trees above fall on my clothes from the recent rain. "Because they say that where ever you go, even in the clearings, a shadow is always following closely behind." All rights reserved. Cover by @surrealinfinities

"There's just a lot of sexual tension and mattresses." A boy trying to solve a rubix cube and a girl pretending to be in a church group get a late night job at a mattress store.

Sequel to Written In Our Stars Collaboration with the wonderful @intoyour_arms Cover made by the lovely @1Dlovesmexo How can he get him back?

☮ It was the unforgettable summer of 69' during the Woodstock Festival, where the legendary tune of Jimi Hendrix' Purple Haze floated into the misty morning air. It was in between camp tents and small fires in the late night, where love was equal and peace was everything. Where the air was thick with the scent of marijuana and creativity. While listening to legendary performances, and laying in the grass with the summer sun kissing our tanned skin. That was the summer I learnt what love was really about - and took part of what is still considered an iconic event for the cultural generation of the flower children with their slogan 'make love not war'. That was the summer I fell in love with a curly haired boy wearing a flower crown, whose smile and kind eyes I would never truly forget again. ✿ cover by @fvixola ✿ WARNING: this story contains use of psychedelic drugs. All Rights Reserved 2014 © arietem

[COMING SOON] "We need to get into the vault."