They said I was just a fangirl. That my "love" for this band, and in particularly, Michael Clifford, was all a phase in my life. Some stupid "crush" I'll get over within a few months. Well, it's been more than a year, so why can't I stop loving him to death? Because trust me, I tried...

❝ you're the only boy who's ever made me forget about all the bad, you're my distraction ❞ © hemmkinks **warning: deals with depression/self harm/suicide throughout much of the story, don't read if this is a triggering subject for you.

"We are each our own devil and we make this world our hell." -Oscar Wilde

And I know it's just a phase you're not in love with me

As I entered the hospital and noticed the bandage on your wrists and how the bandage was stained red. I sat down beside you and saw all the scars covering your arm, then realized how many times you needed someone, and how many times I could have been there for you.

One drop should be enough. 1.5.16 WARNING: This is my first fanfic.

One step can change your life; √ Luke Hemmings + Ariana Grande √ Calum Hood √ Ashton Irwin √ Niall Horan √ Zombies 1.24.16.-2.15.16

I always order room service, but the only thing I want is him. 3.26.16

❌EXPLICIT 13+