Alexis chose the summer of 1996 to visit her Nonna in small, poorly known Clarkesville, Georgia. This year happens to be her favorite. Because a certain guy with ripped flannels, loose thick curls, and piercing green eyes won not only his thrilling illegal drag-races, but won the best trophy of them all. Her heart. [will contain mature content and much, much fluff]

"You're nothing but a con man." "I prefer con artist, sweetheart." ➳ Winner of Season 3 1D Watty Awards for Best Smut

She sings when she's home alone; he asks her to keep it down. {highest ranking: #2 fanfiction} © 2015 by dimplefeels

Leah Evans is the definition of a businesswoman: strong, smart, and on her way to becoming the biggest CEO of one of New York's finest companies. However, when disaster strikes, she is fired and left to fend for herself in the big city. It is in this desperate time of need that she accepts the position to be the personal secretary of Harry Styles, the rich, handsome, and extremely arrogant but powerful businessman. Will Leah learn to deal with Harry's haughty attitude? Or will their relationship turn into something besides strictly professional?

"Calum please don't go." I plead desperately. "I can't stay." He says coldly before grabbing his bag and walking to the door. "Cal.." I reach out for him but he flinches away. "It's feels like you put a knife through my chest and pushed it right through to the,other side of my back." His eyes are glassy and I feel my heart shatter. This wasn't suppose to happen. Calum was the last person I ever wanted to hurt yet I had hurt him the most. "The Boyfriend project worked out really well Genie." He says before walking out the door.

"7:15, that's our time."

What happens at camp stays at camp. // est. July 26th, 2014 - #1 in fanfiction [cover by lex]

[✓] (Drama Class sequel) ∥ What are the chances of meeting your former lover after two years? Not that small, in fact. But what if you have to share the same workplace as them? Copyright © 2013-2014 by funkystyles

[✓] ∥ "Cloe." "Cloe?" "Yes, Cloe." "...As in Lorena Cloe?" "How many Cloes do we know?" The taller of the two college boys looked across the bar, at the brunette who was sitting at a table in the corner. She was drinking Coke and talking to her friend, which he recently realized is a routine of hers. He knew her well; from the hallways, as well as class. He knew she spent days with her head in a book, or talking to the same group of people. There was nothing really special about her, nor did she catch anyone's eye for longer than five seconds. It confused him how she seemed to like it that way. He also knew that she was not just hard to get, but nearly impossible to. For someone as confident as him, he doubted himself quite a bit when it came to her. Nevertheless, he turned to his friend, a relaxed and casual look on his face, making him seem almost bored. "Deal." - Watty Awards 2013 Winner - Copyright © 2013 by funkystyles

"So what do we do?" "We can work something out. There's just one problem... We can't let your brother find out." ❁ Available now to order! Link in bio!