"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 •

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.*

"He's kind of like a bad boy with a dark past. But he has money, a relentless sex drive, a fraternity full of fuckwits and hella heart eyes for the innocent. I'd stay away." ➢warning: sexual content ➢warning 2: lophie, fratboy!luke ©loudluke

[NEW ONE] ❝You have to help me, Ella.❞❝Why should I? You're scaring the living crap out of me,❞ she breathed out.❝Please, Ella, you're the only one who can help me.❞

In which a boy, who works dressed as an elf with pointy ears and yellow tights, hates Christmas.

"I hurt people," he cuts his eyes down at her, "it's what I'm good at. Sooner or later, you'll find yourself caught up in my wreckage." She stands her ground, glaring up at him, "Lucky for you, I'm stronger than I look."

Sure, there are loads of other girls more than willing to romantically attach themselves to /the/ Luke Hemmings; accomplished vocalist and guitarist, but Luke doesn't want just any girl. He wants Kelsie. Only problem? Her best friend Calum is the bassist in his band.

"So what's your name, miss America?" He asked leaning his side against the chair, propping himself up with his arm. Oh god, his arm; tanned and toned. It took me a second to get it out. I'm sure he could feel how uncomfortable I was and I could tell he thought it was hilarious by the look of his crooked smile. "Um.... It's uh. Ju-Juliette. Juliette St. Cloud." Damn it, Jules, get your act together! It's just a boy for Christ's sake. "Ah, that's a beautiful name," he smiled, cheekily. "And yours?" I asked, hesitantly. Did I want to know this cute boy's name that would probably lower my grade in this class? I certainly did. "Ashton. Ashton Irwin." Juliette St. Cloud is finally leaving Hillview, Massachusetts and is entering her junior year of High School abroad in the one and only Sydney, Australia. On her first day of school, she meets the charming, hilarious, geeky Ashton Irwin in her Creative Writing class. She is attracted to his cheekiness, but doesn't want to fall too hard, knowing she'll only be spending the school year there. Will she let herself fall for him, or will she keep her distance to avoid getting her heart broken by the end of the year?

"it's ironic how your name means friend while i'm your only one."

"Anyone that underestimates her," He smirked at the new kid. "Well... We call them pucked." ------------------------- Just a girl that loves to play hockey and a stubborn boy that doesn't believe her... at first. #99 in fanfiction 6/17/16