©martomlin All rights reserved Dead Flowers January 2018 Completed (under lazy reconstruction) - - Jane Hughes is an eighteen-year-old girl that is about to dive head-first into the blood-thirty jaws of womanhood. Plagued with a mother that resents her youth, a disinterested father, and an impetuous ex-fiancee that's never been told no, she is on the cusp of change. She's certain her days will be spent with her unfathomably gorgeous best friend in the tiny music shop where they work. Then there's Harry. He's graceful, intense, handsome. He waltzes into her world carefully, one boot-clad foot in front of the other. They fall hard and fast for another, hardly having time to brace themselves for the initial impact. Harry nudges her toward a revolution outside of peace rallies and Vietnam protests, one that is gritty, insatiable, and tangible. Set against the backdrop of the violent, decadent early 1970's in North America, Jane navigates her path with uncertain boldness.

If you build walls up around yourself, someone is eventually going to break them and you won't be able to prevent yourself from getting hurt. All Rights Reserved to stylesdimplxs, 2015. ©

// Ramona isn't okay. Harry's never been okay. The two of them just didn't know it // "At the end of the day, we can endure much more than we can think." - Frida Kahlo

Sienna has money, fame, good looks and talent. She has got everything she could ever wish for but she still isn't happy. She feels nothing until he comes into her life.....Harry Styles. He tries to help her experience love and life but breaking down someone's walls is never going to be easy.

"Next time I catch you around here? You'll be dead. Understand me?" Harry Styles: Leader of the 49ers. Most feared boy in the city. Melody Daniels: Only girl in the 49ers rival gang Fallen Angels. Daddy's little girl. Melody has never seen Harry. Harry has never liked Melody. Until now.

His body trembled in fear, “Don’t let them take me,” He whispered, “Don’t leave me.” His fists gripped the grey rusted metal bars tightly, tattoo-like symbols pressed into his upper arms glowing the bright blue like they always did. She watched as the abnormal creature struggled to contain himself from breaking – fascinated by his tears that fell from his blue glowing eyes, the water actually being intense blue with the brightest shine; lighting up the room filled with cages, held up by grimy old walls. He of all people definitely didn’t belong here; or deserved to be. “I won’t, I promise.” She reassured him as they slowly brought their faces closer to each other not thinking of the bars separating them. Her hand found his cheek in the small light made by his supernatural glow. He shut his eyes leaning his head against the rusted metal and breathed out shakily feeling more than cramped in the human cage he was thrown in. “Don’t let me go.” metamorphosis [harry styles book one of the abnormal 1d series.] originally from @zerriekins. © fabwhoran all rights reserved.

"you know you act like you don't have a heart."

❝i think they meant it when they said you can't buy love.❞ the one in which a boy who's been hurt too many times opens himself up to a girl who loves sad romantic movies and cherry garcia ice cream. short story #4372

"And by the way, love," He said in a low voice, his lips ghosting over my ear. "My name is Harry. Not Harold." -//- Elliana thought her family moved away for her father's work. She thought her parents were happy. But what she didn't think was that she, without a reason, had moved into The Strand; the neighbourhood where registered sex offenders are sent to live. People at school seem to know who she is and where she lives before she even arrives. And her next door neighbour seems unable to stay away. ** WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS ACTS OF VIOLENCE, IMPLIED RAPE, EXTREME LANGUAGE, AND MATURE CONTENT. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. **