Roots from the trees go deep within the soil of the earth. Roots within us grow deep within our soul, linking us to our family, our hopes, our dreams.. Our roots lead us to our start.. they lead us to our heart. Sterling King is a girl with deep roots, and long branches that lead to nothing. Harry Styles is a boy with bright leaves, and ever growing colors. EXCERPT: "Hi." "Um... hi." "What's your name?" "Sterling...." "Well... Aren't you going to ask me what mine is?" "No...Why would I do that?" "Because I'm a stranger peaking over the fence... I thought you'd be curious." "Well I'm a stranger sitting in a tree house... I stopped being curious a long time ago. Curiosity brings nothing but trouble." "Well I'm Harry... and I'm curious about you Sterling..." "Well... stop." -------------------------- DO NOT PRINT MY WORK!!! "Roots are not in landscape or a country, or a people, they are inside you." - Isabel Allende • TW: mentions of death, and rape/sexual assault. PTSD.

Elle Grey doesn't need anyone. She only needs herself, a paintbrush, and if she gets desperate enough, there are the few people she actually tolerates that she can talk to. She knows that there's more out there in the world - in fact, she spends most of her time either daydreaming or painting about it. She knows that the South Dakotan town she's grown up in is only suffocating her. That's why she finds Harry so intriguing. He's different and he brings out something in her that she wasn't sure was still there. Suddenly she's second-guessing everything she has known her entire life - maybe she does need someone.

I hate her, I hate her, I fucking hate her. If she died right now, I wouldn't care. My main concern would be how I would get my money for this stunt. I have not an ounce of a feeling for this girl in front of me, yet I can't move under her angry gaze. I wouldn't dare. "Fuck you." I whisper out a pitiful insult to get the last word. "Fuck you." She replies just as quietly, taking a deep inhale as she holds our eye contact. She grinds her jaw as she stays looking at me, eyes scanning over my face with a huff. I hold my same scowl, still not backing away from her. I'm stuck in my place, my face not even an inch away from hers. I don't know how it happened, who started it, or what, but before I know it, her lips are on mine and I'm shoving her body backwards into the shelf. - Aubrey Hart and Harry Styles, costars in the movie "Forbidden Connection", hate each other. On screen, they're happily in love and yearning for each other's touch. Outside of that, though, it's constant yelling and fighting between the two of them. There's never a second of peace. Harry goes too far with what he says and Aubrey claps back in an instant. They don't clash very well whatsoever. When they're offered a big paycheck for a PR relationship, will the forced closeness become a little too real? Will they start to grow an understanding for each other? It's like they all say... there's a fine line between love and hate. **MATURE CONTENT** HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in enemiestolovers #1 in harrystyles #1 in louistomlinson #1 in zaynmalik #1 in liampayne STARTED JANUARY 2021 - COMPLETED JULY 2021

in which harry is a hot-shot columnist for new york's most popular lifestyle/fashion magazine. he has his dream job, he thinks, but he's constantly sad and stuck in the past. then he meets the moon; or a girl named luna. finally, someone who gets him. if only she would just let him adore her. » [non-lowercase] This is an AU story with no affiliation with Harry Styles. Story contains Mature and Explicit content CONTENT WARNING: This story contains mentions of death or dying, disowning, hospitalization, illness, loss of loved one, mental illness, needles, and pills. » #1 line #1 fineline #1 hes #1 literature #1 harryedwardstyles #2hsau #4 harrystyles #4 fine #5 adore you » COMPLETED

𝗽𝗲𝘁·𝗿𝗶·𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗿 (n.) the smell of earth after rain or the war is over, Voldemort is dead, and now there's all the time in the world. hogwarts now rebuilt has asked the seventh years, that we're too busy fighting to learn anything that year, to come back for their eighth year. what happens when an artsy Ravenclaw reunites with the hero Gryffindor? what happens when they both find out they had feelings for one another once upon a time? started: 1 / 27 / 2021 ended: tbd post-war *no lemons, just limes* [some events of this book will not be the same as the hp book/movies, I am going off my own ideas] the storyline before post-war, and the original characters all have credits to jk rowling except my OC's & my own plots (but i do not support her)

Cover by @ivoryjade_ What will happen when your father/mother sends you to a magical village in Colombia? And what will you do when there you are overwhelmed by magic and mysteries and maybe love?

Y/n L/n is a girl from a family that is opposite of the Madrigals, all of her family is giftless except for her. Why is she the only one with a gift? That's a question her and her family have been asking ever since they first met the madrigals. Her gift first appeared when the candles flame light had caught sight of her and another curly headed boy who just so happened to be the star of the show that very day.

Not everyone has the confidence to be able to interact with others. And by everyone, it was only a certain someone. Upon being a new arrival, the townspeople has never seen the new move-in's 15 year old daughter. She was far too shy to talk with others other than her parents. So how did she improvise? Letters. She had her eye on Isabela Madrigal for a while and had the eagerness to be friends with her...but not the courage. In attempts of sending letters to the fellow Madrigal, it seems the letter has been sent to the wrong person accidentally. It was sent to her little sister, Mirabel Madrigal. Though after some time, Y/N realized that the giftless Madrigal also longed for a friend. Maybe having her as an accidental penpal isn't so bad.

A collection of my short stories/oneshots/blurbs originally published on my tumblr. The fics are being reuploaded after a user unrightfully reported the book after they stole my writing and posted it as their own. I will report any and all profiles/books that contain my work with no warning. Specific warnings are included at the beginning of every piece!

in which she's always in the hospital wing, and he seeks to understand why. 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐡𝐣𝐩 𝐱 𝐨𝐜.