please don't comment crap on this story, I made it when I was very young and clueless. I understand it sucks and it's gross. // "You're nobody important, just a little girl to fill my sexual needs" Harry's sickening voice is adamant. Tears prick my eyes, but I've got to stay strong. There is no way he will see me cry. "So that's all I ever was to you? After everything we'd been through?" I take a deep breath and shut my eyes, wanting to erase all of our memories together. "Don't think of it as a one time thing." He says, grabbing his coat off of the couch, as well as throwing on his shoes. "What do you want me to think of it as then!?" I yell, a tear or two slipping down my pale cheeks. All this time we'd spent had to have meant something to him, it had too have. "Think of it like this Arabella, in my mind no strings were attached in our 'relationship', everything was more so.." He trails off opening the door ready to leave. "Well more so like first person who falls in love is the first person to be..." And with that I'm left to a shut door and a broken heart. ___ Copyright © 2014 TheDarkestOnes |All Rights Reserved| Highest Rank: #1 in yes daddy #19 in fanfiction #5 in sir #4 in after warning: self harm/rape content, read at your own risk.

"I'm a monster!" he shouted in my face, his veins popping out on his neck. I tried to hold my tears but failed, all these months of patience and anger caused my body to shake, my heart was pounding so loud in my chest that my blood was boiling in my veins. "No Harry! You're not a monster!" I cried out loud, my chest rising and falling from my heavy breathing. He clenched his jaw and fisted his palms and in seconds, he punched the wall that was behind me right next to me, making me gasp for air. All the anger that built inside me was now replaced by fear as his piercing green eyes turned to a darker shade. "How can you say that after what I did to you?" he hissed, his hot breath hitting my swollen lips, his nostrils flaring. I took a deep shakey breath before I parted my lips to answer him. "Because I can see through you, Harry. I can see your innocence."

{This story is copyright} "HARRY!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. The guy punched my in the jaw and my body hit the floor. My vision blurred and pain flared all through my body. I let out a loud scream when his foot made contact with my side. I her a loud grunt then a loud smack of skin on skin. I looked up slightly to see the guy being held up against the wall by Louis and Niall while Harry beat the life out of him. I let out a loud whimper as someone touches my side. "Come here babe, you'll be all right" Zayn cooed in my ear as he picked me up. I screamed again and almost passed out from the pain. "Harry she's gotta get to the hospital!" Zayn panicked while tears streamed down my face. "Fuck, Louis finish him off" The last thing I heard was a gun shot before everything went black. ------------------------------------- Harry and his boys run the city. One glance at him and you'd know to walk in the opposite direction. He has a dangerous aura that radiates from him. Luna wanted nothing to do with him and Harry wanted nothing to do with her. They are from two different worlds. Luna gets sucked into Harry's dangerous universe and struggles to escape. But she can't help but begin to fall. She can't help that he's... beautifully dangerous.

in which an overweight young woman in an abusive relationship wants to piece her life back together before her mental and physical health come crashing down. [highest ranking: #11 in fanfiction] [Winter Fanfiction Awards Winner 2016!] [cover made by @ashtxning] All Rights Reserved © juliawrites [GET AFFORDABLE HARRY MERCH: https://styles-merch.com?ref=28styles-merch.com/?ref=28 ]

this is based on a one shot that i read forever ago and recently found while cleaning out my phone idk who wrote it but all creds to him/her for the idea -------------- "The waves wash ashore, the water seeps between my toes. A cold February wind whiffs in the air, and the warm sun starts to rise. The time now is 4:52 A.M., and I miss you more than I did at 4:51 A.M. " wrote this when i was 14 im sorry it's crap

"She lays down on the bedroom floor The chemicals that make her love don't seem to be working anymore"-The 1975 Her fingers hover over the keypad, desperate to say something but not knowing at all what to say. There are so many things that she wants to say to him, so many things that she'd already said aloud and that she'd talked herself into saying to make sure he knew how much he'd hurt her, how much he was still hurting her. But it was pointless. He doesn't want to listen and he hardly even cares. She's just wasting her breath like he's wasting her time. Edited chapters will be marked with this symbol: * [Any reference of lyrics to She Lays Down is copyright to THE 1975, I do not own any part of the song nor do I claim creation rights to it.]

"Aren't you afraid?" "Of what? Dying?" "Yes, exactly that." She took a moment to deliberately pick the right words in her mind because she knew he was going to ask why the moment after she answered, "No. Death is unavoidable, it's a part of life that is inescapable since birth. It's written in our very nature. The problem is that people spend too much time worrying about death and not living their lives to their fullest potential. We were born to both live and die and that seems to be forgotten somewhere along the way. I am not afraid of dying even though I could die at any given day at any given time because I'm making the most of my life and I know that something better awaits me when I go." [Edited!]

"Please take care of her, she's yours I just can't take care of her right now. I'm so sorry."

Schizophrenia (n.) - a long-term mental disorder of a type involving a breakdown in the relation between thought, emotion, and behavior, leading to faulty perception, inappropriate actions and feelings, withdrawal from reality and personal relationships into fantasy and delusion, and a sense of mental fragmentation. "I know that you're different, please know that I do, but I'm not out to hurt you. I love you, Jane."

""How much do you love me?" "I love you so much that I'm willing to give all of myself to you, give my life for you, and spend the rest of my life with you.""