a lonely girl, a lonely boy-superstar, one worse than the other; one day collide for the better and worse "Stop saying you aren't a saint, or that you can't do shit, because quite frankly people should call you the cure to depression." He paused looking at me, giving me the same look of regret before he spoke again. "On the other hand, I am depression- and you can't cure depression itself." ------- (( TRIGGER WARNING; if you are triggered easily by self-harm and or depression writings, do not read this book.))

Widely known as a fierce and competitive Boxer Mr.Styles chance of caring is slim to none considering he's lost all who's important in his life.. Cryssy is open minded and going to uni to become a doctor with a fairly normal home life. You'd think the two are completely different, and trust me they are, but there's still one thing bringing the two back together again and again. The only problem? Harry Styles is determined not to give a shit. -All self promos on this story will be deleted!- *Currently being edited by @pescapaxton*

Alyssa starts off her junior year of school a lot differently than she planned when she meets a geek named Marcel.

Imagine a society where everything is absolutely perfect, or at least that's what they make it out to be.

I winced as he forcefully grabbed my hips, pushing me up against the brick wall. "W-who are you?" I choked out. His grip on my waist tightened, making the pain much greater. Who was he? What was he doing to me? The deep voice chuckled. "I could say so may things." My attacker lent down, his hot breath tickling my ear. "Your worst nightmare. All that shit. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah." I could feel cheek on mine, it was an abnormal temperature, freezing cold. "What do you want from me?" I shouted at him. My eyes raked over his features again and again. He had brown hair that hung naturally in disheveled tightly bound ringlets. I couldn't help but feel something other than fear stir in my stomach when I looked into red eyes. My clouded thoughts made it impossible to put a name on the emotion, though. His fingers stroked my neck, circling the same spot, over and over again. "Don't worry, baby girl. You won't feel a thing." The human looking creature opened his mouth wide and lowered it down to my neck. I could feel his teeth grazing my jugular vain. "Please don't!" I spoke loud. Loud enough to make him startle. He laughed and backed away. Now that I could see his full body, the emotion that bubbled deep inside of me gave itself a label. Attraction. Despite the situation, I couldn't help but feel infatuated with him. When I looked at his inhumane features, I saw beauty. He was beautiful. © All Rights Reserved To LuciaPayne_1D ( Trailer Here- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vqkwVzm8RTM&sns=tw ) (Cover made by 'ImmatureLad')

My name's Marcel. Nerd. Poet. Teenage Loser. You think you know the real me, but you don't. I wish you could see the true me, but no one has cared enough to. Until she came. All rights go to _smilelikeniall (myself). Everything is written by me. No copyright intended. Please do not claim my words and/ or ideas as yours. Do not repost my words without giving me credit. Thank you.