"My name's Perrie." "Like the Platypus?" - They were both searching for an escape from both of their completely opposite worlds, and they found one; in each other. But that wasn't supposed to happen. Not in a world where her father was a multi-millionaire and his was a deadbeat. Not in a world where her mother wore designer clothing and his wore a uniform all day, working two jobs just to put oatmeal on the table and attempt to lessen the stack of bills. Not in a world where she attended a school that had fancy soap in the bathrooms and he went to one that had been on a lock down about four times a month. No, not in their world...but every time Perrie tries to remind herself that, Fate comes around and makes her forget. And by Fate, I mean Zayn Malik.

"So since you left me when I needed someone, you now get the agonizing pain to hear me talk about my problems and how I need someone, but most of all you. Are you ready?" © xlonglive. All rights reserved. #125 short story #309 fan-fiction

"There's no such thing as soul mates. I mean just because someone is perfect for you doesn't mean you're meant to be with them. The thing about love is that it's unexpected - the best kind anyway."

(coming soon) Jeanne Bentley was the sort of person who had everything planned out, much like the novels that came to life on paper from her hand. But on one soggy afternoon she hits the two things that no one wishes to in their life. Writers block and Niall Horan.

♫ I never, she never, we never looked back. That wasn't what we were good at. ♫ The Ragstock Music Festival is a place for peace, love and harmony. When you don't cooperate with that standard of expectations, you'll regret it. That's what Linley Jaxon and Zayn Malik - two feuding festival attendees - found out the hard way. Handcuffed together for the entire festival, what will happen when they just slow it down? {part three of the 'inspirations' series}

I look into the blue eyes of my best friend and it feels like staring down a stranger. They are familiar and foreign all in the same moment, glossy and pleading. The dimly lit street allows only enough light to cast glimmers on our faces and subtle shadows on the ground. It's raining but I've hardly noticed; all I see is him. "Megan please don't go," he says desperately. "I-I'm sorry." A tear falls steadily down my cheek. I don't want to go but I have to be strong for myself. I run forward and wrap my arms around him in a hug. "I love you Niall," I say near his ear, "I just don't like the person you've become." I hold back a sob, "When my best friend comes back tell him to find me." I don't say another word I just go, leaving him all alone in the dark street...

[DISCONTINUED] Whitney Davies has been oblivious to the world for three years, but you can't blame her. It isn't her fault she's stuck in Neverland. Not the Neverland you know and love, though. This is a different place, where there aren't any pixie dust or mermaids or pirates. You don't come here to avoid growing up. This is the Neverland where you're trapped being somewhere in between sleep and awake. This is where you'll find everyone who's in a coma right now, waiting for their bodies to wake up from a deep slumber. And this is where Whitney has been for three whole years. No one ever expects to find themselves in Neverland. Especially a member of the most famous boyband in the world.

″I'll be right beside you, nobody will break you.″

My name's Marcel. Nerd. Poet. Teenage Loser. You think you know the real me, but you don't. I wish you could see the true me, but no one has cared enough to. Until she came. All rights go to _smilelikeniall (myself). Everything is written by me. No copyright intended. Please do not claim my words and/ or ideas as yours. Do not repost my words without giving me credit. Thank you.

[✓] ∥ "Cloe." "Cloe?" "Yes, Cloe." "...As in Lorena Cloe?" "How many Cloes do we know?" The taller of the two college boys looked across the bar, at the brunette who was sitting at a table in the corner. She was drinking Coke and talking to her friend, which he recently realized is a routine of hers. He knew her well; from the hallways, as well as class. He knew she spent days with her head in a book, or talking to the same group of people. There was nothing really special about her, nor did she catch anyone's eye for longer than five seconds. It confused him how she seemed to like it that way. He also knew that she was not just hard to get, but nearly impossible to. For someone as confident as him, he doubted himself quite a bit when it came to her. Nevertheless, he turned to his friend, a relaxed and casual look on his face, making him seem almost bored. "Deal." - Watty Awards 2013 Winner - Copyright © 2013 by funkystyles