Taylor is a beautiful naïve and very smart girl. She is organized and sweet. She aces her classes and doesn't care if the cool kids in their school hated her. She has her plans set: to finish high school with flying colors and get accepted to New York University. Falling in love was never part of her plan until an English-tattooed jock named Harry Styles moved in next door. He was nice to her and she felt things she never felt before. Until one tragic moment happened that tore them apart. Seven years later, Taylor came back to her hometown as a strong, hard-driven woman. Until she crosses paths with Harry again. Can he take down the walls she built for years? ** This is a HAYLOR Fanfic **

❝ If we love again, I swear I'll love you right. . . ❞ ━━ When Harry broke up with Taylor, that was the only mistake he wished he hadn't done. The only mistake he wished to turn back time, to turn back to December. . . ( Extended summary inside ) - #1 in Haylor [24.06.19] - #3 in taylorswift [25.07.20]

A sequel to On the road with Ryder Crawford. Two bullets, two lives. Two bullets, two hearts. Two bullets. One love. What has one night changed? When would one night begin and end? Where will one night bring two hearts that beats as one? Can Ryder and Silver beat the test the turning points a single night brought?

I've been spending the last eight months thinking all love ever does is break, and burn, and end...but on a Wednesday, in a café, I watched it begin again.

I want to die. No, not that, I want to feel the sensation of death. I want to know what it's like for after death. I've always been intrigued by it ever since I was five. I watched a movie where a kid can see dead people and the person helping him is already gone. Is that's what's it's like? Do you not know if you're dead or not? My best friend Marnie committed suicide last week and today was her funeral. As I am sad, I'm also jealous. She knows what it's like to be dead, she can answer all of our questions, yet she can't because she is gone forever. Does it hurt more after the death, or does the death hurt the most and it's all rainbows and butterflies after. I'm not depressed, nor am I suicidal. I don't think I've ever been, I thought I was just thinking like everyone else does. Marnie told me I go too deep, she said as deep as an ocean and I've tried to swim to the bottom. I don't mean to be deep, I'm just curious.

Harry Styles and Taylor Swift are both incredibly famous and are therefore the most talked about celebrities. Rumors about their love lives are constantly swirling and both don’t give a damn about it. They jump from relationship to relationship, sleep with whomever they want, and don’t bother to hide it. But they’re also at competition with each other; both too vain to let their supposed “title” of promiscuity fall to the other. A friendly wager quickly turns into a dangerous competition that could result in the most painful title of all: love. Playlist by mycatisgossipgirl/rollinginthesheep from tumblr:  http://8tracks.com/rollinginthesheep/wicked-games

// in my head, i play a supercut of us all the magic we gave off all the love we had and lost //

she sewn him her best masterpiece he wore her pieces of art she knew she was only there to leave she didn't think she'd fall this hard she found out he hid so many things under that stern look so she stayed there, lingering until her whole world shook. SwiftandShums ©

Harry Styles and Taylor Swift are international stars that are both more than fed up with the limelight their fame brings them. After running away from a party together, their friendship blossoms into something much more; but fame, fans, and fear prove to be obstacles throughout their relationship. Originally posted on tumblr at http://thrownswiftly.tumblr.com, I've decided to move The Lucky Ones here in order to avoid more plagiarism.

All my life I'd been out of place, to my family, to the place I'm living in, to the relationships I've been in. Everything never seemed to match and I was fine by it. Then I found my place with her. Things were broken and fragile but it always felt right. After all, the shattered pieces can still form the memory of what it once was just by putting it in the right place. Nothing broken ever meant the end. . . It was my mistake of not seeing that.