some people use bleach to die their hair. others use it to kill themselves.

Calum's this senior punk dude who loves his junior honey, Luke, who loves to wear pink. (side of mashton)

"He doesn't have anyone, no friends, no family." The nurse snapped. "You might as well get out of here too, he doesn't even know you." "That's the best part," Michael replied with a small smile. "Talking to someone you don't know. Besides, I'm already on my way out." He entered room 213 two minutes after he usually comes around. "Sorry I'm late." he mumbles, sitting down beside the bed. "I've been telling you a lot of secrets lately." Michael chuckles sadly, biting his lip to keep the tears at bay. "You probably can't hear me and I'm a complete stranger but there's one secret I'm not ready to tell anyone." Michael continues, looking down at the coma patient. "I'm not ready to tell you either."

❝ I would never hurt you. ❞ ❝ You have and you will again, but that's okay because I love you. ❞ au larry; Louis has changed, Harry is losing hope. { cover by; tomllinson }

❝i'm blind,❞ luke muttered. ❝nice to meet you, blind. im michael.❞ © 2014 michaelsvans {#1 fanfiction - 9/28/14} {#8 teen fiction - 9/18/14} cover by @michaelclifford