"You do realize a journal is an extremely personal thing right?" His voice was raspy, low and threatening, making me take a step back in panic as he continued, "so my only question is why the fuck are you standing with mine?" - first book - - instagram acc: @thejournalofficial - - for extra material: arietem.wix.com/arietemx - All Rights Reserved 2013 © arietem

"Jesus! What are you doing" I yelled. "Most people call me Harry, but Jesus is ok too" he smirked. I clutched my iPod to my chest. Still trying to calm myself. Before I had the chance warm lips were crashed to mine... Highest Ranking before being rated mature...#2 in FanFiction!!!

Harry was tired of it. He was tired of being the "lead singer" of the band. He was tired of being "the flirty, filthy manwhore". He hated the fame. He hated the attention. He hated everything. Scarlett was tired of breathing. She just got out of rehab but still struggling. Her whole life she'd been known as "the quiet girl". She was always in everyone else's shadow. She was constantly put down, overlooked, and constantly change so she'd "be good enough". "Tired" couldn't even explain her pain. The two seem to be completely different, but are they really? When they finally meet they realize one thing: They're just what they needed. // book one of the strings series //

My life was good. Some might call it great. People would say I had the perfect boyfriend, good grades, a happy family. Yea sure, my life wasn't as awful as some other poor souls, but it wasn't as perfect as everyone might have thought. There was two problems... 1. My perfect boyfriend "Danny"... Wasn't perfect. I was his surface girl. The pretty one that had good grades, fetched him water at practice, helped him study, and the only one he took home to see his parents, because truthfully? If his parents met the girls who slept with their son every weekend, they wouldn't pay for his full tuition to college. Those girls worked below the surface. 2. I wasn't the perfect girlfriend either. There was a guy out there who actually cared about me, but he would never openly admit that. He and I kept it secret, and honestly, I liked it that way. But how can you tell people that? Oh that's right, you can't. No matter what you say, people will always take it the wrong way.I feel like that's something today's society takes advantage of way too much; it makes innocent people look bad, and the not so great people seem innocent. You could never win... And that's what I would think about late at night when everyone else was in bed; how I could never make everyone happy.

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