you can call me, alexander. (young alex into old alex) started August 2019 completed March 2020

The trip to California was nothing like Rhea had imagined. She had been looking forward to it for months but found it to be a total bore. When she meets a cool guy in a leatherjacket, she therefore quickly befriends him and he drags her into his world of rock and roll. Alex Turner fanfiction

"If it's insanity, brand me infatuated." Leah Greene doesn't think much about the trip to California with her best friend until a hotel room mixup with the Arctic Monkeys and hollywood drama chasing her tail for it. Alex doesn't think much about the next few gigs in California after his recent breakup with Arielle. But after a rather awkward meeting between him and a fan, things are going to be changed between him and the band forever. [THIS IS NOT A SEQUEL. THIS IS A BETTER VERSION OF THE ORIGINAL.] IMPORTANT NOTE I left Wattpad years ago because suddenly I had a lot more pressure from school, and looked back on this story. I cringed so fucking much, but it brought back so many memories so I wanted to completely fix it. It won't get as many reads as the original but I wanted to put this out here anyways. Better version complete with: - NEW scenes - Foreshadowing - Realistic pacing - Grammar! - Better dialogue - Imagery - A standard (past) tense - Cut filler scenes - American spelling since Leah is American (even though I'm not) - Edited storyline - No confusing POV's - Fixed plot holes - Prior research - Actual common sense Thanks for all the support!

Sequel to The Styles Effect (Must read The Styles Effect first if you haven't before reading this one)

I escaped my reality by reading fanfictions. They escaped their fanfictions to become my reality.

Sequel to Cliché. In which two familiar people never really want whatever relationship they have left to end. And the other younger two don't know how to start.

"Take it! Just take it!" I demanded in annoyance, springing my whole body out as I tackled Harry from behind. "For the tenth time I don't want your stupid virginity!"

Harry Styles. 24 years old. CEO. Self made millionaire. He's New York's most eligible bachelor. Every man and women within 100 miles knows his name. But no one recalled knows Harry. Norah Wilson. 22 years old. Fashion intern. Self proclaimed mess. She moved from a small town in North Carolina to pursue her dreams in the fashion world. After graduating from NYU, she gets an internship at Vogue. Now she's trying to establish herself. Two worlds are going to collide, and these two people are not ready for it. ALL RIGHTS GO TO xcalliex FOR THIS STORY, AS SHE IS THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR ***** Please read the note before the first chapter *****

"And are you ready?" I asked quietly, my voice peaceful and calm as I looked down at my husband's face. "As ready as I'll ever be, I suppose." He replied to me, a small smile gracing his lips. "This is only the beginning, baby," he mumbled lowly, pressing his mouth to my belly and starting a riot in my heart. *** Continuation of January.