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Knockout by nextmrsstyles
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Sequel to dark. Disclaimer: This fanfiction does not belong to me. I take no credit for it. All credit goes to H28 on www.onedirectionfanfiction.com also known as Han-rawrr on twitter! Please do not report it because I have given credit where credit needed! I did not write it!
After 3 by imaginator1D
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The passionate story of Tessa and Hardin continues as family secrets, deep betrayals, and career opportunities threaten to tear them apart.
After 2 by imaginator1D
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This is the sequel (continuation) of After. Hardin and Tessa's relationship will be tested in ways she never expected, but he knew of all along.
After by imaginator1D
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Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.
Dark by nextmrsstyles
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Disclaimer: This fanfiction does not belong to me. I take no credit for it. All credit goes to H28 on www.onedirectionfanfiction.com also known as Han-rawrr on twitter! Please do not report it because I have given credit where credit needed! I did not write it!
Broken ≫ h.s. by nextmrsstyles
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"It's funny, really, how in the midst of torturous pain, immense suffering, and looming dread, everything seems to disappear around you. Emotions flea, pain evaporates, and you're left to feel nothing. You don't protest; there's nothing you can do. You just lay there and allow whatever it is to keep doing it, to keep harrowing you. You don't become wracked with sobs; you don't cry out for help; you don't push, shove, or shriek. There's no one to save you. You lay there motionless, almost as if you were in a deep unconscious sleep. Because feeling nothing, is better than feeling something of weary misery and hopelessness. Feeling nothing in the midst of pain was doable; it was tolerable. It's odd, really, that you feel nothing when you are fitfully defeated because it is better than feeling the insufferable pain which insinuates that of a broken soul."