"You can call me daddy." "You cannot be fucking serious." __________ "This is a weird part of the internet, I don't like this place." - Michael Clifford, 2020.

❝There's only a thin line between love and hate, and sometimes it feels like we're dancing on that line.❞ *Discontinued

"Zayn," he spoke, smoke leaving his lips once again as he dropped the cigarette to the ground, stepping on it with his dark boots. His hand darted in between us as he awaited a response. "January," I said faintly, grabbing his hand. "Nice," he chuckled, making the first move to release my cold fingers. His hands held a nice warmness to them. "Like the month," he nodded. "I like it." *** » read the sequel here http://my.w.tt/UiNb/y9izHftVhv

"I'm Luke." "I know." "I'm Brooke," she smiled. I looked at her as if she was the best thing in the world. "I know," I smiled back. © 2014, vanillacid || All Rights Reserved. cover by me highest ranking: #36 in fanfiction

In which a boy with a bad habit of getting himself drunk learns that sex isn't everything.

"Come on, you need to take your pills." "I'm not swallowing another one of those pink shits again."

❝Oh, what's wrong, love? Too shy to speak?❞ © copyright recklesslou 2014-2015