There was just something about him. *sexual content if you cannot handle please do not read*

"It is not light that we need, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake. - Frederick Douglass" To me he was that storm but do birds really sing after a storm?

❝You're holding my heart captive. But you don't even know that you have it.❞ © Copyright Qveendom 2013-2015 All Rights Reserved [highest rank #50 fanfiction] !!WARNING: SLOWLY EDITING!!

[COMPLETED] "Why do you always stare at me?" "B-Because You're B-Beau-tiful." Violet was the shy girl Harry loved to draw. Harry was the stuttering boy Violet fell in love with. © londonstars

two broken people cannot fix each other for as you see when one gets fixed the other falls. (c) all rights reserved to: adorlouble

**Book 2 titled Keep Me is up** The lights were off, all except the emergency light that flickered every now and then. I got chills just being here by my lonesome... at least I thought I were. I heard the door then footsteps coming directly towards me. "Hello?" I called out, angling my head to get a clearer view. I waited a couple seconds then suddenly I saw this dark figure walk under the emergency light. The moment the light hit those soft brown eyes, I knew exactly who it was, feeling safe enough to turn my attention back to closing the closet door. "What are you doing here?" I asked, throwing him a look over my shoulder. I felt him coming closer behind me, causing me to turn around. "I came here to be dressed," He was now inches away from me. "Isn't that your job, babe?" "Only for the next hour and a half," I said, backing up as he moved closer. When I felt the doors of the closet pressed against my back, a couple of swears escaped my mouth and I knew that I had no other choice but to await his next move. He was now an inch away from my face, staring me directly in the eyes. He leaned down to my ear, grazing it before he spoke. "Then dress me."

Elle Grey doesn't need anyone. She only needs herself, a paintbrush, and if she gets desperate enough, there are the few people she actually tolerates that she can talk to. She knows that there's more out there in the world - in fact, she spends most of her time either daydreaming or painting about it. She knows that the South Dakotan town she's grown up in is only suffocating her. That's why she finds Harry so intriguing. He's different and he brings out something in her that she wasn't sure was still there. Suddenly she's second-guessing everything she has known her entire life - maybe she does need someone.

"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

It had been six months since I'd left. Six months since I'd walked away from Louis at the airport, his promise to be waiting for me still lingering in my mind. But now I was back. And I had no idea how much things were about to change. Sequel to Back To December

When my brother auditioned for the X Factor 2 years ago, I never imagined how much it would change my life. I met four boys who turned my life upside down. I gained two new brothers in the form of Niall and Zayn, and Harry turned out to be the best friend I could ever for. …Then there's Louis. For two years, I've loved him. He's all I wanted. At least… I thought he was, until I had him. And then suddenly, he wasn’t enough anymore.