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.

"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!

all elena needed was just a little bit of money to get through the tough times that college can bring. her friend offers to help her out by taking her to her 'job', an agency that matches young women with rich older men. elena is matched with harry styles; a young businessman with a lot to offer.

BOOK 1 of the Let's Hurt Tonight series She was a senior in college, trying to finish her degree, when she accidentally ran into critically acclaimed musician, Harry Styles. ... "Oh, I'm sorry, love. I'm Harry. Harry Styles."

I didn't get the massive fuss on him in the beginning. But I guess I was in the right place at the right time and I am forever grateful for that moment.

In a small melancholy town in England, the depressing and divided town of Alverton is home to a very rebellious, abused and rude teen Carey Reid and a rich, abused jackass, Harry Styles. They both step off on the wrong foot with each other, hatred lingering between them until their mutual connection of drugs and sex. From there, both of their lives would drastically change in this melancholy town. mature themes - sex, coarse language, drug and alcohol use, physical and verbal abuse etc.. / au

❝I am at times a little dead inside, I can only wish with the utmost belief that someone will love me enough to keep placing flowers upon the grave in my heart.❞ When a mysterious stranger with a dark life accidentally puts Evie in danger and makes her fall in love with him, and she can't do anything about it. __________________________________ [ongoing editing] Amazing Cover by: @exposures © Copyrights.2015-2016: @mysterypoem-

"Baby girl It's alright to be jealous but, at least I know that if I wanted you I could have you." "As if." Believe me, this is not your typical good girl, bad boy story. Some would say it's a little taboo. Can you keep a secret?

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.*