Elle Grey doesn't need anyone. She only needs herself, a paintbrush, and if she gets desperate enough, there are the few people she actually tolerates that she can talk to. She knows that there's more out there in the world - in fact, she spends most of her time either daydreaming or painting about it. She knows that the South Dakotan town she's grown up in is only suffocating her. That's why she finds Harry so intriguing. He's different and he brings out something in her that she wasn't sure was still there. Suddenly she's second-guessing everything she has known her entire life - maybe she does need someone.

Art is a form of communication. Whether it is through music, through writing or through painting, every note you play, every word you write and every drop of paint you put on the canvas displays an emotion. For many, it is also a form of relief, a way to say everything you wish you'd say and a way to escape everything. Some paint on a daily basis, other paint on impulse. Annabelle Snow paints on impulse. To her, it is the way to paint. It shows what you truly feel, although sometimes it may reveal things you would rather forget. This is the story of a girl passionate about art, who had her fair share of misery and was left bitter by it.

Isabella Maxwell: a girl that craved adventure. Harry Styles: a guy that fights to give her one. Harry Styles AU // This story has absolutely nothing to do with Harry Styles. His physical traits are used but nothing more. This is fiction. // Includes mature scenes without warning. All Rights Reserved © jhildey 2014 *NOT TRANSLATING* This is fiction. The thoughts and feelings of a character does not represent my own. Please remember that.

"Your smothies will be ready in just a moment" I smile and move onto the next customer From the pick up station I hear a laugh and look over to the five boys who all seem to be staring at me. The boy with the curly hair who ordered stared at me and walked over and leaned on the counter. "Hi Jordan" he smirks at me. How does he know my name!? "We meet again"Realisation smacks me right in the face. "Harry Styles" I grimace, my childhood bully and best friend Fudge Cakes

Watty Awards 2013 Winner! {book 3} ✓ - ❝ The moment I lost my mum things changed. I changed. I realised that no one stays forever, everyone leaves at some point, whether is willingly or not, and you're left alone, broken on the floor. I won't go through that again. I won't give people the chance to break me like that again. I'll protect myself. I'm raising up my walls, higher than anyone has ever seen. I'll be safe. ❞

They fell in love in 1925.

At sixteen, every person on earth is destined to get a tattoo on each arm: one that matches their soulmate and one that matches their worst enemy. The day Harry's name shows up on Cleo's arm, she knows straightaway that he's her worst enemy. He's been her nemesis for as long as she could remember and the same goes for him. Besides, he has another name on his arm whom he's sure is his soulmate even though he hasn't met her. And yet everyone else is convinced that Cleo and Harry are soulmates. After spending years convincing people that they aren't soulmates, Cleo suddenly decides that maybe it's not a bad idea if everyone thinks that they are. And surprisingly, Harry agrees with her. a soulmate au with enemies pretending to date

Brandi and Harry had the summer of their lives together. Little did they know that when they next reconcile, Harry is Brandi's new teacher. Will their love be broken or will it be their little secret? A Harry Styles Fanfiction All Rights Reserved.

[COMPLETED] "Why are you so rude?" "Maybe because that's who I am or because people like you deserve to be treated that way." Who knew that two strangers fighting over a beanie would lead to a weird friendship or maybe something more. And it started a lesson where Harry taught Eve how to be a good person and stop being rude. ©londonstars

"I asked curiously, "Anyways...is this boarding school..you know, fun? Boring?" Grace Ross is an ordinary girl who expects ordinary things. She was never popular back home in America, so when she moves to England, she tries her best just to fit in with the other kids in the boarding school. But what happens when her vision of staying out of the way, suddenly spirals her straight into the heart of the drama, secrets, and crushes of this new and foreign school? Unexpected things happen, and Grace is pushed into another world she never imagined for herself. She's introduced to unlikely friends and boys, and sees herself for the first time fitting in. But what happens when she finds herself torn between the school's untouchable hottie, a blond irish cutie, and a curly haired troublemaker? Will her heart be broken, or will she break theirs? Is there a way for everyone to be happy? Or can she pick just one..... *** "Grace.... you have no idea how much fun your going to have here." *** © Copyright 2014, paislydot13 (please don't copy my book w/o permisson.)