Immensely private Olivia has her world turned upside down when it collides with Harry, a critically acclaimed musician with stardom in his grasp. Together they navigate the obstacles of love, fame, heartbreak and the bond of friendships that keep it all together. Part 1 of 3 [#1 Fan Fiction 12 Sept 2018] - MATURE CONTENT Reader comments: "ok wow wow wow I loved that book and read it all in 24 hours. I loved it thank you thank you for crafting such a beautiful and, at times, frustrating story but all the frustration shows the depth of the world you've created and I was only annoyed because I wanted to see these characters I'd grown to love find happiness" - @frogdaddy "That was breathtaking, beautiful, amazing, wonderful, lovely, adventurous and all in all magnificent!! I'm in tears.. My heart can't handle this.. I'm gonna read the 2nd book right now!!!" - @ingeGer "i'M CRYING . BEST BOOK EVER. 11/10 RECOMMEND" - @div3rgeme "MY FAVORITE BOOK OF ALL TIME ON WATTPAD!!!" - @Shinnustar

❝Monsters don't sleep under your bed; they scream inside of your head.❞

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

We're all mad here, it's Wonderland. ~ Harry latches onto my passionate on-beat arms as he keeps me from moving forward. "Are you fuckin' mad?" He grits through his teeth. "I'm in Wonderland, Pretty Boy," I throw my free arm in the air, motioning to the surrounding world. "Of course, I've gone a little mad." He flips me around as the level of infuriation rises throughout his clenched jaw, trying to remain composed. "Don't try and be something you're not, Presley." I rip away from his hold, furrowing my brows from the curt statement, the honest revelation that should've just stayed within his mind. "We'll never be the heroes, and you know that," he says, colder than the Arctic's towering waves. "We'll never win." We'll never find Purple. Purple, the color of the Star-Crossed Lovers.

"Who's that over there?" The man looked at me like I was from outer space, or perhaps like I lived under a rock, maybe a mixture of both. "Him? They call him Full Throttle," he chuckled with a hint of nervousness in his voice. I scrunched my nose up in confusion. "Why?" The man threw his head back and laughed before answering me. "Because he doesn't hold back. He does everything at full speed... racing, girls, and-" the man cut himself off, seeking as though he was catching himself spilling a secret. "And what?" "Don't worry about it." THIS BOOK IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION! The characters in it are in NO way a representation of the people chosen to play them. It is merely a story, and they fit the physical description best for their characters. The characters I have created are completely fictional, and in no way relate to my thoughts and or feelings about the people I have chosen to play said characters! || THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK || HIGHEST RANKINGS: -#1 in hs -#1 in fiction -#1 in racing -#1in dragracing -#2 in harrystyles -#4 in youngadult -#5 in onedirection -#19 in cars -#31 in gangs -#57 in fighting -#64 in harry -#111 in drama -#461 in love

"tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breathe." well, this is it. the sun and the moon. complete opposites. one formed from the collapse of its own being. one formed from a collison of two planets that weren't meant to be. live by the sun, love by the moon. tw: mature content, anxiety attacks, depression, (mentions of) suicide, self harm, ed.

My parents always warned me about the drugs on the streets, but never did they say anything about ones with emerald eyes and a beating heart.

❝ I let myself believe you'll come to love me as much as you loved you're wife ―I've never been so wrong. ❞ In which she falls in love with an self centered asshole who uses her for his own sexual pleasures. 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 © -𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑑𝑜𝑙𝑙 | 2018

I never understood why he ripped his jeans. Don't trust a boy who rips his jeans. He somehow manages to rip up everything else, everything that matters anyway. He said that everybody and everything rips eventually, so why not speed up the process? I didn't know what to say. His mind was complex is ways I could never fathom. He said I was too pretty to rip up but he did it anyway. He did it anyway.

She wasn't expecting it, nor was she prepared. She never thought she would find anything like it again, something so... pure. Emotions were foreign to her. She was not capable of feeling anything. Love was a concept not many people understood. She certainly did not. She was deserted, but content. She was certain nothing could break down her walls. Until the understanding of that very complicated concept came into view.