"You have a problem with falling, don't you?" "You have no idea." Cover by LilacLucas

"7:15, that's our time."

"Why is green your favorite color?" "Because it's the color of your eyes." Long time best friends, Luke and Autumn, spend their first year of college living together. They would say unexpected love is the best type of love. Copyright © fluffycashton 2018. All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

"He clenched his fists to bring himself back to earth, shutting off the tap. He stood stationary, wondering if anything he had been thinking for the last five minutes made any sense at all. Every thought was about her; he wanted her more than anyone. He came down to one conclusion: he was truly obsessed with her." Cover credit to @Nargles

She's always been the shy girl that no one notices, but once she catches Harry's attention will things ever be the same again?

The passionate story of Tessa and Hardin continues as family secrets, deep betrayals, and career opportunities threaten to tear them apart.

Aria has always laid low in school with her tight-knit group of friends. When she meets Nash at a party, he's rude, he's blunt, and he's got more baggage than he can carry. Aria immediately dislikes him. But the line between hate and love is very thin, and a continuous game of Never Have I Ever may change everything.

Where a naive girl with lots of baggage and a rockstar that can't seem to think of anyone but himself fall in love over the span of 24 hours

[The 1975 fan fiction] "Where's the fun in doing what you're told?" He asked with a large smirk on his face. The cool breeze sent his curly hair to move around as he lit his third cigarette during this ten minute long conversation. Clara shrugged. "I don't know. But if he found out, we'd be in some pretty big shit. You especially." Matty frowned. "Why?" "Because." She began, fiddling with her fingers and looking down. "I have boyfriend that is my brothers best friend, and I'm just seventeen." "Then dump him. I don't care about your age either, you're only seven years younger than me darling." Matty winked. Silence filled the air around them as Clara thought about it, wiping her black hair from her face. "Lets give it a go then." ****************************************************************** Clara Marie is seventeen years old and a huge 'The 1975' fan. One day, she's on the way to her friends house, passing the local venue where they happen to be performing that evening to a sold out crowd. She doesn't have a ticket as they sold out fairly quickly, but she wants to see the tour bus anyway, and hopefully see a band member lurking around outside. To her amazement, she bumps into the lead singer, Matthew Healy as he's having a cigarette around the back of the venue. She doesn't want to bother him, so she tries to walk away un-noticed, but Matty catches a glimpse of her and calls her over for a chat. There's a lot more to Clara than there may seem to be. Will Matt stick around long enough to find out everything about her? Or will his ever-growing fame keep her from being with him?

‹The sound of heavy drums, guitar riffs and muffled screaming kept me awake yet another night. "You got to be kidding me", I groaned to myself as I turned around in my bed to face the small clock on a table next to me. 3am. "I'm going to kill 'em." Yes, I was talking to myself. Yes, it was 3am and the thought of another sleepless night nearly drove me insane. Yes, I was going to get up now. Yes, I felt quite pathetic. [...] Before I could overthink the whole thing I was already standing in front of his house. Ringing the door bell. Once. Twice. Still loud music. A third time. Silence. Lovely. A few moments later the door flew open, exposing a lanky boy, dressed all black and white and with a mess of hair. "Yeah?", he looked slightly confused. Probably he didn't even recognize me. "Right, if you guys could just please stop playing music for like two hours or just turn down the volume a bit - I know it's Punk and it's probably like super uncool to listen to quiet Punk but really there are people that actually go to school and can't sleep through the whole day ..." I kept on rambling a bit, I wasn't shouting but I was surely angry. Sleep was a sensitve topic to me. "You know we're not just listening to music, we're doing music." he stated as I finally finished.›