The sky is still crying, ever since that day. I wonder are they tears of sadness or happiness? Is it sad because of what happened? or is it happy because it’s finally over? Nobody dares say those words. The words that only parents use to keep their children in a straight line. To make sure they know the consequences of doing the things that happened that day. The universe stops, even when you say the words hush-hush. Waiting for you to take them back. The words that are the definition of destruction itself. The words that are extinguished in the air as soon as they come out. The two words, with eleven characters and four syllables. The words you should never say, but I’ll give you a clue, it’s her name. ----------------- She knows more than she tells. She listens more than she speaks. She's been through traumatizing experiences. And her troubles are just now beginning.

They both need guidance. They both need love. Sometimes what you expect the least of, happens the most of. Sometimes love is worse than hate. Sometimes heart breaks are worse than death. With a broken heart, you are dying each day you live. Smetimes love is everything. Sometimes love is nothing other than a helpless feeling. A journey through more than love. An adventure through more than hate. An experience through more than life. "I can't help it. I don't know what to do. I don't even know what's happening to me. All I know is that whenever I'm around him, I feel so powerless and... so helpless."

17 year old Jessamine Taylor has just recently moved to California after her parents both get job promotions. She's very excited to be moving to a new state. The only thing that catches her off guard is one of Hamminton High School's bad boys, Harry Styles. Something is different about this boy, and she wants to find out.

Moving. Again. Bella Jones doesn't know what to expect this time. A remote area, a busy city, lonely woods, crowded town, relaxing beach, quiet nature, downtown rush, she's seen it all. Or so she thought she has. All except a haunted house... Despite the feeling in my guts, I want to see him, touch him, or just even hear his quiet voice. I hear nothing but the wind howling, brushing past my face, like daggers against my soft flesh. "Niall?" I call, my voice a little sore. "Niall! Please answer me!" I turn around and hear the wind rustling in the trees. Leaves falling to the ground, one by one, as if rehearsed. I turn my head and try to see through my wild hair. I feel as if I'm being watched, but there isn't anybody here. Or, no one that I can spot. "Niall! Please?" I whisper loudly. Why isn't he answering? I wipe my nose with the back of my hand. "Niall?" I'm at the tip of crying when I hear a voice behind me. I turn around and fall backwards. A Ghost Story

[on going] What if one boy could flip your whole world around in just a matter of weeks? [first posted July 2, 2013] I'm baaacckkk and we are finishing this story. Rewrite also potentially coming... (Jan 10, 2025 return)

{book 2} ✓ - ❝ I'm tired of pity, of everyone looking at me like "poor Zayn, infatuated with his best mates's girl". I know it's not okay and if it were so easy to forget about her I would've done it already. It's not. But I just need time, not people to pity me and force me to move on. Why can't they understand that? I just need time and someone to understand. ❞

{book 4} - ❝ All women are the same. One day they say they love you, that they are gonna be with you forever; the next they meet someone else, someone who can be with them when they need it, someone who shares their world. And then they tell you “but we can still be friends.” Yeah, you know what I think of that? Fuck you. That’s what I think. ❞

{book 5} - ❝ I'm Tammy Rodenhizer. Member of Prodigy. Rockstar. Rebel. And I don't trust you. I don't trust anyone and if you're wondering why, you're wasting your time for I'll never tell you. This is what I've become and this is all what I am today. And I'm content this way. I don't need anyone. ❞

[✓] ∥ "What do you fear most?" At my childish question, she smiles and looks down. In all honesty, I thought we were going to have to stay there all night, that she wouldn't find an answer until the sun comes out. But to my surprise, she looks back up at me within seconds, the smile I fell in love with no longer adorning her face. "Myself." **Warning: contains strong language, drug use and inexplicit sexual content. Copyright © 2014-2016 by funkystyles

A One Direction Fanfic Teresa Anne Parker. Harold Edward Styles. A scared and spirited girl. A super model/actor. True love? Pure hate? A hater. A lover. A stalker. A friend. A kiss. A mistake. A broken heart. A mislead conversation. A big family issue. A newborn baby. An escaped prisoner. A death.