"What do you want?" I glared at the blonde boy. "To see if you're okay" He mumbled, looking straight into my eyes. They were full of sorrow and guilt, Like he was actually sad he stopped. It made me even more angry. He broke our promise. "I'm fine. Now stop following me!" I growled. ------> Ever since Grace Jones was thirteen years old, she's been skipping between families. From living with poor old Mrs Skibby in Melbourne, to living with Kelly in Perth. It wasn't that they didn't want her. No, it was because of her severe depression and suicide attempts. So when she moves in with Stella and her family in Sydney, does all this continue? Probably. But then her passed shows up and she's face to face with the one and only Ashton Irwin from 5 seconds of summer. She didn't want him in her life, but he continues to show himself back in. What did Ashton do to make her hate him so much? Why is he so determined to change her opinion about him? Will she defeat her depression? <----- WARNING: This story will contain depression and self harm. If you're not comfortable with self harm then i suggest you don't read this book ok (SEQUEL TO THIS BOOK IS CALLED 6:54) © 2013 by JUMUNJI. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

Where a naive girl with lots of baggage and a rockstar that can't seem to think of anyone but himself fall in love over the span of 24 hours

"You have 100 days to make someone fall in love with you. Only the words 'I love you' can reverse the curse. However, when the numbered days are up, you will remain this way forever. It's your bet Irwin."

"I fucking love you."

"he said he was coming for me..."

My heart pounded as I rushed down the hall. My brother finally did it, he finally lost it. I heard shots fire in the cafeteria, I flinched. This isn’t happening, I told myself. I heard someone’s heavy breathing from behind a shelf that stuck out of the wall. “Come on ash we have to go!” I said clamping onto the blonde boy’s hand. I pulled him up and dragged him along. “ALEEAH!” A voice boomed. No, no, no, this isn’t happening. I turned to face my brother whose hand held a jet black gun, his arms raised, gun pointing at me, ready to fire. The gun sounded.

❝Every time I ran, I ran to you. I meant it every time I said I loved you.❞

"Calum, why is everyone in this town so afraid of you?" [this isn't scary i promise]

COMPLETED - 6. 20. 2014 // ❝why did you call me gorgeous?❞ ❝because you are❞ © captivitea [two-thousand-&-fourteen] ((caution: I wrote this when I was like 12 so excuse my terrible writing, and I apologize in advance lol))

"long story short, i hated calum hood." (cover by elle)