In which a sarcastic girl with a secret fear of touching meets a rebellious, lilac haired boy who can't seem to keep his hands off her. (last updated 2020)
Aslia Rose has decided it's time for a change, so she moved from Florida to Sydney, Australia along with her best friend Michael Clifford, but they are sharing their apartment with the boy with chocolate brown eyes that skates, the one and only, calum hood, and she finds herself well you could say, star struck.
I got up from my bed when I heard my phone vibrating on my desk. "please answer me" "umm I think you have the wrong number" "sorry. whats your name?" Should I tell him my real name or a fake one?
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>>The door was pushed open just as Mr. Miller wanted to start the lesson. „Ah, Mr. Clifford. How nice of you to join us.“ He greeted the newcomer annoyed. When my brain registered his name my head flew in the direction of the door. Clifford? As in Michael Clifford? The boy wore black skinny jeans, a ripped band shirt...
"Aren't you a little too young to be a teacher?" She inquired. I bend down until my eyes are level with hers. "Aren't you a little too old to be a student?" I ask the girl in return.
"Calum and Thomas are the same person." "You've got to be kidding me." In which a girl falls inlove with two different people but little did she know that it's just one person [updated info]
The hall is still a little bit crowded but no one is paying attention to the girl with the crazy I-just-had-sex hair and no panties under her skirt. I can't believe what just happened and I never will. I had sex with the one and only Harry Styles. Highest rank: #1 in Fanfiction.
I guess you could say having your father be the head sheriff of the Los Angeles Police Department is one thing, but falling for one of his late-night pickups sitting in the back of his car, is the total opposite. © tomlinvibes 2014
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