The tragic love story of a sad girl and a dead boy who must work together to find his killer, amid heartbreak, mystery, and learning that perhaps death is not the end. [COMPLETED]

••complete 2014•• on a rainy tuesday a gun was fired ten times within their high school. one loved the shooter. the other lost his best friend to him

[ larry; completed ] he was just a hurricane of self destruction, troubled by the ghosts of his past, devoid of the color that he once possessed. yet he lives on, walking with the universe on his shoulders, making it look as simple as a pair of wings. © caumet

"Does Harry always look that sad?" "He's been sad since I met him." Harry lives in the rugged quarters of London and works at a café. His life has been reduced to attributes: chain-smoker, runaway, depressed, infinitely lonely. His relationship is ripping at the seams, he's short on cash and the newest regular at work won't stop bothering him. Winter has never been colder.

Completed In which Harry Styles, a ruthless crime lord, falls in love with a girl who cannot see. Most impressive ranking: #31 in harrystyles #227 in zayn A/N:Mature content, read at your own risk. Work of pure fiction and my own imagination please don't copy or steal my ideas, thank you.

harry and louis are teachers inside of a high school, and sometimes they act more like teens than their own students do. their constant pranks on one another and non stop bickering might just bring them into a place they never expected to be in. ♡ BOTTOM ! HARRY ♡ WARNING: PROBLEMATIC CHARACTERS DO NOT READ IF YOU WANT HAPPINESS THE ENTIRE TIME

red was a love that burned so deep orange was the colour before yellow kept their love alive and green left them wanting more blue was sorrys and empty hearts while indigo was screams and throwing things and violet was the end, a loving art

*WARNING: This book contains mature content; read at your own discretion* [Inspired by the song and video for Chocolate by The 1975] His jaw was clenched as he stood opposite to her, "Scarlett, you have to stop this, you're killing yourself!" She took a drag from her cigarette and shrugged, "I'm okay with that." He was angry now and pushed her against the wall, hands splayed on either side of her head, "Why!?" His eyes bore into hers and she began to cry, "Because you only love me like this..." When he didn't answer, she continued, "Your love is the only drug that I crave and I just want you to want me."

I was the real stereotype of the ideal life. Yeah, damn stereotypes. And then I met him. With his green eyes, with his weirdness... And with his illness. "What would you do if you only had 100 days to live?" - Anonymous "I don't know. Probably would have lived. I would try to live. " - Louis. You've been something I've avoided all my life. I liked being a stereotype. You've ruined everything. When banality meets destruction, The Degradation begins

To love a psycho, a psycho you must become. // COMPLETED // {WARNING: This fiction contains extreme violence, drug abuse, explicit sexual content and features strong language not suitable for minors. Discretion is advised.}