The Song Writer (harry styles and one direction fan-fic)
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  • Parts 9
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  • Reads 574
  • Votes 7
  • Parts 9
  • Time 42m
Ongoing, First published Jul 21, 2013
Chrysanthemum Jackson is a 19 year old small town girl from Orange County California. Every day for her is the same thing wake up, go to work, come home eat sleep and do it again. But what if one day THE LIAM PAYNE walks into the small cupcake shop she works in and finds her song book on the floor and decides to read it while waiting for his order? This starts a whole new life for her that has ups, downs and sharp turns. And a little love on the way! Want to know what happens in Chrys' life? Read to find out!!!!
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48 parts Ongoing

BOOK #3 He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous. I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time. Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is. I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me. Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way. But we can't... we're not supposed to be together. We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide. Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me. But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him. And still, he doesn't care. ---- Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected. Exactly my type. I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in. And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe. But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me? I want him. And I will have him.