Grayson Dolan accidentally messages Phoebe Mcwalters. They start to talk everyday, before they realize it, they're a part of each other's life. Phoebe's life goes on the wrong direction and she doesn't know how to handle it anymore, will Grayson be able to help her?

His eyes could ruin someone with a single look. Her smile could cure the loneliest heart. ☓ All Rights Reserved 2018

「 COMPLETED 」 in which a one night stand becomes more than just a one night stand. [ harry styles x oc ] social media story! started: 2/06/2019 finished: 19/01/2020

"what would distinguish a nightmare from a dream? within the former, there is fear, anxiety, sadness. you are not able to find enjoyment from a nightmare, but rather your own personal hell. your mind knows what lies in its darkest corner, and seemingly uses it against you when you close your eyes. a dream dangles a fantasy beneath your nose, giving you a teasing smell of what you want, but cannot have. a dream is what i wish it all could have been, because maybe then my nightmares could not have been a reality, but a figment of my tired imagination." a story that can end happily or dreadfully, depending on how you want to look at it. + lowercase intended. alternate universe. sad. cute. pure. completed & edited.

18+ / Very Mature "Please, this is like cliche-central. With a kinky twist." ††† I step under the hot stream of water, soaking my hair, and take a deep breathe. I try and clear my mind, focusing on the way the water feels hitting my body. I turn around, opening my eyes, only to shout out a curse and stumble back. Emma is directly in front of me, taking off her tank top, eyes glued to my body. I hadn't shut the curtains, thinking no one would be in here, and I didn't know if I was happy or mad I did that. I stood there speechless as her small hands grasped the bottom of her sports bra. I inhaled sharply when she pulled it up and over her head, exposing her breasts. They jiggled slightly as she tossed her clothes to the side, and I found my heart rate quickening at an alarming rate. "W-what are you doing?" I breathe out as she pulls her leggings down her body, leaving her in just a thong. "Showering." Emma tells me as if it's obvious.

now he'd just mourn every morning. (sequel to nights) highest rankings: #306 in #fiction {08.31.18} #310 in #fiction {08.30.18} 《started; 17.08.18》 《completed; 09.01.18》 © krystalsis