"Life is about deep kisses, strange adventures, midnight swims, and rambling conversations." -Unknown Running away wasn't the hard part of it. In fact, that took very little thought at all. Trying to figure out why it felt so right was what made it complicated. How a boy on a bus changes everything.

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.

This is NOT a sequel to Grey Street, only bits and pieces of their story after that day in the café. I'd highly suggest reading Grey Street first. What happens when Harry becomes the missing piece of Elle's New York story.

«Il est difficile d'être heureux quand tu refuses de laisser partir toutes les choses qui te rendent triste» Zayn Malik & Hazal Nefes. - - - Cette fiction est l'oeuvre de mon travail personnel. Toute copie ou reproduction est interdite. Tous les droits me sont réservés. ©

"Sierra, you go with Harry Styles." I raised up my head at the words, giving my teacher an incredulous glance. "Do I really have to?" Was the only thing I managed to say. The teacher gave me an annoyed look. "Did you not understand? You go with Harry Styles." I turned my head to look at him. At the mention of his name he glanced up, and if his green eyes hadn't frozen me in place already, the unimpressed look he gave me would've done it right away. [BOOK ONE] [BOOK TWO - AQUARELLE] Started: Feb 2018 Completed: April 2019 18/01/19 #1 in fanfiction 28/09/18 #1 in harrystyles 06/10/18 #1 in harry • THE FICTION AWARDS WINNER 2019 - BEST FANFICTION •

I think she said I'm having your baby.... and it's none of your business. BOOK THREE TO STYLIST!!! IF YOU HAVE NOT READY STYLIST I SUGGEST YOU GO BACK AND READDDDD!

"La jeune fille prit son courage à deux mains et en se bouchant le nez, elle sauta dans la benne à ordures ; comme lorsqu'on saute du haut du plongeoir à la piscine. Par tous les moyens, elle essaya de se rassurer elle même, sur l'inexistence de l'odeur nauséabonde, ou l'odeur de putréfaction de certains aliments et surtout de la présence indispensable de bestiole comme des cafards, ou pire, des rats ayant toutes les maladies du monde. Il ne fallait pas qu'elle pense à ça, non non non, sinon elle allait surement vomir. J - Allez, c'est rien, juste des poubelles. Il faut que juste que je trouve cette... Putain de boucle d'oreille de merde, et je pourrais retourner à l'intérieur finir mon job. Les yeux à moitié fermés, elle plongea ses mains au sol gluant de la benne, ce qui lui arracha une horrible grimace et un petit cri de dégoût. La nuit était tombée et malgré toute sa bonne volonté pour retrouver cette boucle d'oreille, qui semblait valoir une petite fortune, elle ne trouvait rien. Ressortant sa tête pour reprendre son souffle quelques secondes, elle remarqua une silhouette près de la porte qui menait aux coulisses de la cérémonie. Cette silhouette entourée de fumée se rapprocha, pour se retrouver a moins d'un mètre d'elle. Z - Je peux savoir ce que vous faites ? J - Ça ne se voit pas ? Je prend un bain. Sans le savoir, Jamie venait de répondre à l'une des stars les plus convoitée du moment, l'une de ces personnes qu'elle croise tous les jours, ou plutôt, qu'elle sert tous les jours. Il était beau, riche et célèbre, et elle... Elle était au fond d'une poubelle." | Cette fiction ne m'appartient pas ; tous les droits reviennent à son auteur d'origine. L'histoire se trouve également sur Skyblog : "UneJoliePoubelle". La version qui se trouve sur Wattpad est très peu corrigée, mais j'ai prévu de m'y mettre réellement - bientôt |

*Story containes MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT* THIS IS A SEQUEL / PART 2. Read "Stall" before this book, unless you just like spoiling things for yourself. If that's the case, you do you boo. "Something can be both delicate and violent" *** Harry lowers his eyes at me as he backs me up against the wall, the red lighting only making him look more menacing "You wanted the bad guy Abby? Wanted the villain?" My heart his running a hundred mile an hour when my breathing hitches in my throat as his hand comes up to wrap his long fingers tight around my jaw forcing me to look him in the eye. "Well now you've got him" He leans his face close to mine, his voice dropping to a low warning murmur that has my stomach hitting the floor. "...Run little mouse" *** BOOK STARTED JULY 1 2019 COMPLETED JULY 2021

*Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content* [COMPLETED] "Strangers in the dark can change your life in the light." "As I reach the front door I can't help the same question swimming around in my mind, what could possibly be on all of those tapes?" ----- Preview: "You wanna try and be my medicine Abby?" he asks with a deep testing tone, keeping his voice quiet. "I can try" I breathe out as I gulp when his grip tightens "Try me" His hand slides up my throat, his long fingers wrapping tight around my jaw "That's what you really want?" I nod, as I sigh out a shallow yes, and I see every muscle in his body tense, as he wets his lips; hoarsely murmuring his next sentence like its his last try at making me change my mind. "I'm dangerous Abby, this is your last chance, tried to warn you" My stomach twists and knots, as I use every ounce of bravery I have. "Prove it then" ----- Book Started : DEC 2018 - COMPLETED MAY 2019

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!