Melody is a typical 20 year old, bored with how typical her life is. That quickly changes when she meets a guy in a bar named Harry Styles. It becomes a roller coaster of emotions and not at all typical.

"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 •

cap·tive adjective imprisoned or confined; having no freedom an infatuation that fell apart and yet he is still held captive by the reminisce of her love and his own inner demons. of course, no love can prevail unless it overcomes obstacles. [Sequel to Infatuation © All Rights Reserved to 1DLover121] - highest ranking: #10 in fanfiction -

in·fat·u·a·tion noun an intense but short-lived passion or admiration for someone or something. in which two infatuations become something more, all while battling to stay alive through the suffering of it all. [Highest Ranking: #12 in Fanfiction]

Working for a world-leading mafia, Harry knows how to kill, how to hunt his victims, and how to avoid any company of any kind. He's used to a lonely, quiet, and harsh environment. He is the best at what he does. And everything he does becomes problematic when he's assigned to protect the boss's daughter from world-known killers. Catalina tries to understand him, eventually failing because instead she falls for a man so willing to resist her. [Contains Mature Content]

[COMPLETED] A story that started with a roadtrip in which lots of alcohol and sex was involved but ended with much more complicated things such as love. cover made by @dissolve

PSA: i started this book when i was like 13 in middle school so BEWARE IT IS SO CRINGY AND SHOWS OFF A VERY DUMB VERY TOXIC RELATIONSHIP IM SORRY IN ADVANCE "There is a light inside everyone, you just have to get past the darkness."

Time passes and all the boys are extremely happy. Jayde and Shannon are also extremely happy. However, when they discover life isn't really as it seems, will they all stick together? Or will one direction fall apart for good? Only time will tell.

College, the final four years. With one year down, Isabelle moves across her college campus forcing her to socialize with new (somewhat irritating) people. They're eyes met, the boy with the dark hair and the inquisitive eyes. From the moment he said hello, Izzy's carefully constructed walls began to fall, one small piece at a time.

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...