He never knew life could be this way, but truly if he did, he wouldn't have cared. He cared about nothing, not even himself until her. Before her, he was empty/ Before her he knew nothing of joy or completion, and this is his journey to his life After her.

Calum can't eat and Katy can't stop.

"I have a few guidelines for you, but don't worry it's not rocket science: 1. Do not talk too much around me. 2. Do not laugh obnoxiously around me. 3. Do not ask me too many questions. 4. Do not get into any trouble and drag me into it. 5. Do not interfere with my personal life. Do you think you can do this?" I'm not that bad of a person. I can follow rules, I mean I've been a good student since like kindergarten. "Seems easy enough." Like really, I'm not that bad. "One more thing," Alex looks at me straight in the eye, "never kick me in places that shouldn't be kicked. Ever. Again." Okay, maybe I'm not the best person in the world.

"Lets make a deal." "Sure, what is it?" "We talk with only what we have on our clipboard." "Deal." •~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~• Cover made by: @Chatachino Highest Rank: [1] in Short Story [ WARNING! I made this when i was 13/14 years old. There is many misspelled words and stuff that I literally cringe at. So read at your own risk ]

bal-co-nee-al ; of or referring to a balcony \\ in which a cynical girl and a disastrously (self-characterized) aromantic psychology student have daily discussions between neighbouring balconies \\ #1 in short story june & july 2k15 \\ book 1

❝You can't cling to the past. Because no matter how tightly you hold on, it's already gone.❞

Lexi; the good girl with the social life anyone could wish for, Louis and his gang were some of the worst people you could meet, let alone get mixed up with. It's just her luck that Lexi catches the gang leaders eye, and he will go through everything the make her his. *Small part* ~ I woke up in a room I didn't know, hoping for my life that nothing had happened. The next thing I know the door bursts open and Louis walks over fuming. "What the hell is this?!" He yells. "I-I don't know, I was drunk." "No shit." He spits. It was all a blur But I felt the bed sink. Louis was punching to guy next to me. The guy wakes up and another punch is thrown. "Who the hell do you think you are?! Taking advantage of a drunk girl like that?! You got a lot of nerve messing with my girl!" He says throwing a punch He didn't notice he hit me in the face. I had never seen this side of Louis before, I knew he had a bad temper, but not this bad. It scared me. "Louis! Louis stop!" He turned his head, seeing me holding my cheek. He picks me up and carries me to his car, strapping me in. He runs around to his side and takes me home. "Sorry." He says. I don't answer, but I try to open my door, locked. He sighs, and unlocks it. I can feel his eyes watch me up the driveway. I hear him run up behind me to my front steps. He follows me upstairs. I lay down in bed and feel the mattress sink next to me. His arms carefully snake around my waist before he softly kisses my hair. "I'm sorry I hit you, and I'm sorry I lost it. Just," He stops, sucking in a breath. "Please. Don't give up on me, yet." He asks, dropping off at the yet. "Who said I was giving up?" I ask turning towards him. All he did was flash a weak smile, but that was all it took. I was falling for him. ~ *All Rights Reserved. This story was an original idea. ©2013 aussie_craic. Thanks for reading, don't be afraid to share, and I love you all.* **Will include mature content. One Direction never existed in this.**

Louis Tomlinson has never been the ideal person. With multiple piercings and tattoos covering most of his body, people were constantly shaking their head at him. He owned a small tattoo parlour, known for it's "No questions asked" policy. He would give anyone any kind of piercing or tattoo they want without judgement. When he does an anti-gay tattoo for a young girl, he makes an enemy in the process. Harry Styles, one of the most popular gay-rights activists in the world. He's known for his ability to charm people of both genders and his openness. Louis thought Harry was just a dreamer with his head in the clouds and unrealistic hopes. When Harry writes an article bashing Louis for allowing that young girl to get a tattoo, Louis never expected him to actually come into the tattoo shop and confront him. But what happens when Harry asks for a special favor? Will two opposites be able to deal for the better of the world, or will their differences be too much?