May. The story of Meg and Harry continues; sweltering summer of 98', except this time around it isn't dewy Sunday mornings, lingering caramel cuddles, and the avoidance of pure love. It's darker, older this time. Broken cigarette buds, a dusting of fresh gunpowder still in the chamber, and dripping syrupy lust. Our story takes place three years after the events of Magnolia in May. Perhaps there is still a fire smoldering between the two, the right person at the wrong time. But maybe that's all optimism, a foolish fairytale. Even so, Meg and Harry are deemed to inflict destruction. "Do April showers really bring May flowers?" Qui vivra verra. *THIS IS THE SEQUEL TO MAGNOLIA IN MAY*

"Hell's boring, Birdie." He claims, that cold, dead stare back to his eyes. "And this, this is what I call a Monday night."

[COMPLETED] -forevermore meaning: for an endless time "time has been and shall be forevermore" - Amanda Green is a young aspiring writer from New York City. Lately she has heen struggling with motivation to write another best seller that will suck anyone who loves books into the magic of stories. Time is ticking. But what if she could just escape? One day, after being sent a letter from her grandma, she decides to fly to London, to a small village called Cotswolds. What happens when she starts her summer in a totally new place with new people and meets her charming but mysterious neighbour? Will she run away as soon as possible or will she want to know more about the family secrets and possibly fall in love? The wicked evil world is waiting, butterfly.

//MATURE THEMES AND EXPLICIT CONTENT// "Make sure she's okay when I'm gone will you Harry?" It was from that moment I knew I'd do anything I could to protect her, anything. It wasn't just her I owe it to, it's myself. My one shot at redemption.

COMPLETE "You have a golden heart you know that?" He said just above a whisper. "I am so lucky to be able to see how truly beautiful it is" *** Eleanor has experienced so much in one lifetime. Harry wants to show her how truly beautiful she is from the inside out. // This story contains mature themes as well as topics that can be triggering to some readers//

"Harry." I glare. "Violet." He smirks. - He had those tempting green eyes patched with a smirk and she wore a glare with the sweetest heart. She was his smartass. His darling sunshine. They were both hiding secrets. They both wanted to disappear. When their paths cross one day, they do everything in their power to stay away from each other but somehow they physically couldn't. They craved each other. They needed each other on a deeper level that could be conceived. - "Come on, I'll drive you." He says while picking up his keys. "You don't have to-" "Beep, beep, trains leaving!" He grabs my hand, pulling me with him as my jaw drops. "That was childish." He smirks, "I'm your damn fucking taxi, baby." Staring back at me with a painted smirk, looking me up and down I shove his hips back. "No flirting, be cool." "I physically can't stop." - Harry tries to keep Violet away from the mafia but when she figures it out, Harry will do everything he can to protect her. A new mission sets the boys up to travel to their casinos while robbing competitors. With an enemy hot on their tail, they have to play their cards right or face the consequences. - Highest Rankings #1 in living #4 in gangs #1 in punk #12 in soft Harry #6 in daddy issues MATURE CONTENT

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. Dance was Phoebe's one true love. More than frozen grapes. More than lavender. More than the mountains in Tacoma. More than me. In which, Phoebe Mitchell, aspiring ballerina and part-time gas station clerk, meets Harry Styles, vet tech and all-around sweetheart. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. **Warning: contains mature content**

Her eyes have their own vocabulary, and what a beautiful language to learn.

Harry doesn't believe in coincidences. Neither should she.