"We are the kids our parents warned us about." Teenage rebellion. Everyone goes through that stage, with similar to almost opposite outcomes. Teenagers are the most distraught of generations. The most raging for freedom and the most willing to fight for it. Serenity Carter plays with fire, and fire isn't as dangerous as she can get. Although portrayed as a modest, respectable young lady in the eyes of her religious parents, she is the Devil's assistant herself. Harry Styles owns the word trouble. With a criminal record, he is known as a nuisance to the town's people. Constantly being judged by his mistakes, he assumes it's better to be silent than to be a fool and explain himself when he clearly doesn't care. He is strong, brave, short tempered. Misunderstood and abrupt. Impulsive and easily annoyed. He might just be the last straw Serenity pulls before her mother finds out. Join Serenity on her wild, mischievous story as a young girl turns into a woman, along the way learning that love is a fragile thing that when broken is a heavy storm.

❝Every time I ran, I ran to you. I meant it every time I said I loved you.❞

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"S-stay away from me!" I shouted at the dark man coming towards me. "Didn't your daddy tell you?" his rough husky voice speaks. "You belong to me now." he smirks and presses his lips to mine, tattooed arms running down my body. "And if you run, I'll find you. And when I find you, I'll kill you." he barks, kissing me again. His green eyes were electrifying, and locked with mine as he forced himself on me again. I cried out, but my cries faded in the room.

Arms slid around my waist and I was suddenly twisted around in a swift motion by muscular, tattooed arms. In seconds I was face to face with a somehow familiar figure. He was one of the most attractive people I had ever seen. Blonde hair slightly tousled across his forehead, bright blue eyes high lighted by his long eyelashes. A perfectly sculpted jawline. A shiny silver ring pierced into his bottom lip, matching his silver eyebrow piercing. I didn't realise how long I had spent taking in his Godly features until I felt a tingling feeling on my neck. Lips. He was sucking on a small part of my neck. I wanted to push him away from me and slap him across the face, but I couldn't. I was overwhelmed with desire and curiosity as I stood there trying to take in what was actually happening. He pulled away smirking at me, twisting my insides, "You belong to me now" he whispered.

This is the sequel to the Niall Horan fanfiction "Painted Black". Read on to continue the journey of love between Genevieve Jackson and Niall Horan. " вrιng yoυr love вaвy ι can вrιng мy ѕнaмe " © Copyright 2013. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder (@calumcamel on Wattpad or @tintedhes on Twitter).

After a tragic accident, Niall Horan is left to see what his friends are really like. Moving to a new high school his senior year, he quickly takes his new opportunity. Not to make new friends. But to get revenge. Assembling a group of bullied kids, he makes a plan to break down the biggest bullies in the senior class. But what happens when one of them ruins all of Nialls plans without even knowing? Everyone has their secrets. It just all depends on how well you can hide them.