"give me one good reason to stop." "i love you." / She loved him more, therefore gave him the power to plant bruises on her skin and indent scarring in her mind. (I AM IN NO WAY APPROVING NOR ENCOURAGING ABUSIVE REALTIONSHIPS) © 2013 by wreckedkids All rights reserved. lovely cover made by; dextermoser ! playlist at http://8tracks.com/wreckedkids/addict trailer at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w-vbGNQvd8M&feature=youtu.be and also linked on 0.75

I hear the preacher say, "Speak now or forever hold your peace." I am not the kind of girl who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion, but you are not the kind of boy who should be marrying the wrong girl.

[✓] ∥ It all happened in a split second. One moment I was on his back, and the next one I was lying on the ground, watching the man who would be responsible for my possible disabilities run away. The woman was sitting and had her back against a near-by wall, and from what I could see, her eyes were wide and she was shaking. I would be too, if I wasn't paralyzed. Literally. A few hours later, well, just about 20 seconds in reality, she slowly stood up and observed me with horror in her eyes for a few moments. I looked back at her, seeing as that was the only thing I could do to let her know I was still alive. "Dear lord, child, what have you done?" She whispered, looking down at me. "I need..." I could barely choke the words out. "I need you to call the ambulance." Copyright © 2014 by funkystyles

Harry Styles will be playing your love interest. Those were the words Amber dreaded to hear. With a lot of bad history between them, the last thing they want to do is be around each other. But in order to make this movie, they need to at least get along. What will happen when they're forced to share an apartment together? A lot can happen, both good and bad. Amber wants nothing to do with Harry and Harry wants nothing to do with Amber...or so he thought he didn't. Will they be able to let go of the past? Or will the past be there to haunt their every move?

One day in his hotel room, Niall gets a package of twenty one letters. Twenty one letters about a girl who poured her heart out to Niall, a girl who is dying inside and is trying to fix herself again. As Niall begins to read, and the letters begin to run out, he finds himself knowing and loving this girl, all the while knowing that one day, he's going to have to stop reading. Because she stopped writing.

Westbrook Academy, a famous name; from the outside, it's a prestigious boarding school covering a glamorous estate in East England. Students range from all over Europe, only the wealthiest making ends meet. On the outside, you'd be envious of the students at Westbrook. But on the inside? Westbrook is a place of drama, a place of scandal, a place of teenage insanity. Parties, alcohol, drugs - they've got it all. Louis Tomlinson doesn't take no for an answer. He's the 'King of Westbrook', always has been and always will be. But Louis doesn't always know what he's doing, his actions speak before his mind. A few jokes can easily become one big fucked-up mess. Liam Payne's a good boy - about fifty percent of the time. Liam is your average prep school boy, with decent grades, athletisism literally pumping through his veins, and a curious heart. Liam's got wandering eyes and decisions piled among decisions: Can he make up his mind? Niall Horan was never very noticeable, and he still isn't. Football scholarships won his way into Westbrook, but Niall's still trying to find his way in. With a pair of cleats, a beer-stained blazer, and a virginity to boot, what's Niall got to lose? Zayn's your average bad boy, winning over the girls of Westbrook with a little bit of charm, a wink of his intriguing eyes, and a cigarette between his teeth. Zayn and Louis are always by each other's side and have vowed to never leave. But when a girl he never noticed for more than her boobs hits home, can Zayn keep it together? Harry Styles just wants to be loved. He's sick of one night stands, tired of that girl in Dorm F who keeps passing him condoms in class. Harry's had his heart broken and gone through enough shit to ruin anyone's life. What's in store for the students at Westbrook Academy? It won't be pretty, I'll tell you that much...

"This could be a great story," Harry said, hands in his pockets, gazing at me with intent green eyes. I looked at him somewhat confused. "To tell?" I asked. He smirked, "To live."

When it comes to seventeen-year-olds Aurora “Rory” West and Kale Mathews, there is no such thing as the concept of ‘common ground.’ Their interactions (the few that they have) are always filled with overly-sarcastic remarks and countless number of trips to the principal’s office. One day, when a particular interaction goes a bit too far, their principal decides to punish them with The Baby Project- a month long project, worth more than half their grade, that requires them to parent a fake baby. In the beginning, the partnership is discarded as a joke by both students. However, when threatened with the possibility of expulsion, Rory and Kale reluctantly agree to make peace for the sake of their education. Over time, something changes, making them question their thoughts and feelings. They say there's a thin line between love and hate, but will a baby be the last push? (Editing but still updating)

3 Identical Boys...Triplets The "Styles" Triplets All 3 look so similar to one another but, they're all different in their own way. Marcel is the goody goody. Gets straight A's wears funky glasses and isn't the best with the ladies. Edward. The punk, the rocker & the bad one. He isn't the nicest person you'll meet. He's inked all over and a carefree guy. Does what he wants when he wants. And lastly..Harry. The sweetheart, the gentleman & the ladies man. The popular kid in school who everyone admires. The life of any party. All 3 of these boys are so different from each other for looking so much alike. But they do have ONE thing in common. They all like the same girl...... © COPYRIGHT @IWLWWY_Fanfics 2013 ♡

Fifteen years. The number of normal every-day life. One day. The number of time when my life suddenly took a 180. 8000. The number of miles I was taken away from my home. Two. The number of parents I will never see again, Two weeks. The number of weeks I lived with kidnappers, rapists, and murderers. Three times. The number of times I lost my innocence to three different men. Four months. The number of months I lived a semi-normal but hectic life with practically strangers. Two. The number of children I carried Two. The number of times I was kidnapped. One week. The number of weeks I was held hostage. Thirty. The number of times I probably passed out or fainted. One hundred plus. The number of times I cried and felt sorry for myself. Six months. The number of months I waited until I got to see my children. Thirty seconds. The number of seconds it took before my life fully crumbled before my very eyes. A moment. How long it took for it all to start over again. Save Them, Please? *Sequel to 'Help Me, Please?*