My thoughts you can't decode.. Sequel : Escape Route.

I escaped my reality by reading fanfictions. They escaped their fanfictions to become my reality.

Harry Styles. 24 years old. CEO. Self made millionaire. He's New York's most eligible bachelor. Every man and women within 100 miles knows his name. But no one recalled knows Harry. Norah Wilson. 22 years old. Fashion intern. Self proclaimed mess. She moved from a small town in North Carolina to pursue her dreams in the fashion world. After graduating from NYU, she gets an internship at Vogue. Now she's trying to establish herself. Two worlds are going to collide, and these two people are not ready for it. ALL RIGHTS GO TO xcalliex FOR THIS STORY, AS SHE IS THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR ***** Please read the note before the first chapter *****

Sequel to Cliché. In which two familiar people never really want whatever relationship they have left to end. And the other younger two don't know how to start.

"Take it! Just take it!" I demanded in annoyance, springing my whole body out as I tackled Harry from behind. "For the tenth time I don't want your stupid virginity!"

By: ZerriesGap "A girl once told me to be careful when trying to fix a broken person because you may cut yourself on their sharp edges." {k.w.} Note: All credit goes to ZerriesGap. I am just simply republishing it. When she took this story down, I noticed a lot of people were wanting to read it again and I still had it in my library so I decided to republish it. Thanks! Hope you enjoy her amazing work.

"You're nothing but a con man." "I prefer con artist, sweetheart." ➳ Winner of Season 3 1D Watty Awards for Best Smut

How can someone think silently when the other side of them is constantly listening?

I stood there, watching, as she ran her fingers through the knots of my soul.

Over one hundred years into the future, corruption has wreaked havoc on the overwhelming majority of rulers and governments. What once used to be a free world, now is dominated by the Government - consisting of a small handful of Owners. Owners like Zayn. The rest of the population is enslaved. There is no in-between; no middle class. Either you're wealthy, or you're bound within the chains of slavery. If you're lucky, you might be able to live a few years, maybe even your whole life well hidden - free - but in fear. But if you're like Abigail, your smallest mistake could become your biggest nightmare. Snatched off the streets, Abby is sold to one of the richest, most powerful and attractive men in the world, Zayn Malik. Abby would've easily been another female slave, forced to do Zayn's every bidding. Except for one thing. Abby held something sacred. Something that even the most powerful, manipulative, and handsome man wouldn't mess with.