"Oh, Wilma?" I called silently into the dark room. I squint through the darkness to see my extremely hot and very willing date for the evening already in bed waiting for me. "How the fuck did you get in here so fast?" I whisper while clumsily pulling off my Fred Flintstone costume. I slowly pull back the blanket and crawl into bed, wrapping my arms around her. "I can make your bed rock." I seductively whisper into her ear and start to kiss her neck. I feel her body stiffen under me before I'm suddenly elbowed square in the nose and knocked off the bed. "WHAT THE?! Who the fuck are you?!" A girl who is most definitely not my date screeches as she turns on her bedside lamp. "Oh shit. Wrong bed."

Church boys know how to pray, but do they know how to beg? /// warning: contains mature content such as sexual activities, sacrilegious comments, swearing, and other trigger topics. read at your own risk.

You get so attached to someone that you never know how it feels like to live without them. You're always around each other, giving each other company. No matter what the news is, good or bad, everything will be okay. Because you know she's a fighter. I'm a fighter. We're fighters. Together we will fight. "Because death is the only thing that could have ever kept her from you." "Closed eyes, heart not beating, but a living love."

cap·tive adjective imprisoned or confined; having no freedom an infatuation that fell apart and yet he is still held captive by the reminisce of her love and his own inner demons. of course, no love can prevail unless it overcomes obstacles. [Sequel to Infatuation © All Rights Reserved to 1DLover121] - highest ranking: #10 in fanfiction -

Kylee Evans is a 19 year old girl that moves to New York to escape her ongoing abuse. She plans to make her life as normal as possible by attending art school and staying away from trouble. That is until she meets Harry Styles, a boy with too many tattoos and piercings with a tattered background.

[completed] Two five year olds, two single parents - one plan. ©2014 TypicalFangirlx all rights reserved.

"Who is he?" "He's trouble. I hate trouble. I hate him." ----------------- This story is mine. You may not copy it and take credit for it. If you want to make a tradiction please ask permission first or I WILL find you. Thank you and I love you all. This was my first fanfic that I actually completed and didn't delete so please don't judge my sad writing skillz. Enjoy the story and get your tissues ready.

WARNING: Story will heavily contain sexual/violent scenes, including: adult language, sex, violence, self harm, etc. It's the loneliest feeling in the world- to find yourself sitting down when everyone else is standing up. To have everybody look at you and say, "What's the matter with her?". I know what it feels like. Walking down an empty street, listening to the sound of your own footsteps. Shutters closed, blinds drawn, doors locked against you. And you aren't sure whether you're walking toward something, or if you're just walking away. People think depression is sadness. People think depression is crying. People think depression is dressing in black. But people are wrong. Depression is the constant feeling of being numb. Being numb to emotions, being numb to lie. You wake up in the morning just to go back to bed again. Days aren't really days; they're just annoying obstacles that need to be faced. And how do you face them? Through medication, through drinking, through smoking, through drugs, through cutting. When you're depressed, you grasp on to anything that can get you through the day. That's what depression is, not sadness or tears, its the overwhelming sense of numbness and desire for anything that can help you make it from one day to the next. Depression is simply, yet not so simply, Desolation. My name is Brianna Rodriguez, and this is my life... before I met him. STARTED WRITING: APRIL 2014

This is a collection of Harry Styles One Shots, each shot will feature a different Harry persona and a different scenario. This story contains MATURE CONTENT and this will be the only warning I will address. Thank you to everyone who reads, votes and comments on my work. Much love, Bella.