*y'all DON'T READ THIS. i wrote this at thirteen. you've been warned.* "Harry, it's been rumored that if you have a daughter you would name her Darcy. Any particular reason why?" The interviewer asked. I gulped and glanced down at my feet, not wanting to talk about the girl that I had lost. "Um, yeah, actually." I...
i went to the mail box. I turned the key, hoping that when i opened the box there would be one letter in there. On the front it would read Devynn and there would be a big red heart beside it. I closed my eyes, opened the bow and there it was. I quickly grabbed the letter and opened it. 'Hi my precious girl, i wish you...
Molly Winter is working hard to earn money for her art studies. Even with her troubled family and dark future prospects she stays optimistic. One very early foggy morning in London everything changes. Her path of life crosses the Irish boy band member Niall Horan's, who seems to be her very own 'Irish Guardian Ange...