What would you do if you only had a year to live ?

The Apocalypse. Something no one ever put thought to but thinking it would never happen. But the impossible happened. The world turned dark and nothing is safe. The world has been taken over by dark, soul-less creatures who appear human but are complete monsters. The only place in the world that still holds life is the middle of the United States of America. Harry was of the darkness. Born and raised in complete discipline to carry himself in a time of horror and chaos, in this case, the Apocalypse. He was eleven when the dark took over and he was the only one in his family to live, considering he was at military school in the US while his family was still in England. No one ever dares to make him mad; his nature to kill and feel as though nothing could stop him. Leslie was of the light. Born and raised in a family of love. She was taught how to live and to believe that good will come to her. She never imagined at nine years old the whole world would be taken over by the darkness of the Apocalypse. Her mother and brother were taken but her father still lives, keeping her safe in a small house in the middle of the woods. All she wants is to live and to help the world become bright again. But one day, forces draw the two together and a new situation comes to rise. He helps her but he fears the action will make her want him to be with her. Their polar opposites and Harry doesn’t know how to act around her. She wants to learn about him but he won’t budge. Will the two ever become friends or will the Apocalypse keep them away from each other? ©2014 Copyright.

*y'all DON'T READ THIS. i wrote this at thirteen. you've been warned.* "Harry, it's been rumored that if you have a daughter you would name her Darcy. Any particular reason why?" The interviewer asked. I gulped and glanced down at my feet, not wanting to talk about the girl that I had lost. "Um, yeah, actually." I admitted. "I used to be friends with a girl named Darcy... but she was kidnapped and never found again. I think that I'd like to name my daughter Darcy in her memory." My heart started to ache as I remembered Darcy Monroe and knew that I would never see her again. Or so I thought. © 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. For permission, contact _HakunaMatata_ on Wattpad.com

Book Song: Bad Blood by Sleeping At Last His eyes glowed. The emerald rimmed orbs dilating as he stares at me in the dark. The sense of intensity the eyes of the boy hold make me weak, losing all sense in knowing what to do. He moves closer, hands reaching out, encasing my own hand in his. He brings it to his lips and presses a cold kiss to the back. I stand frozen, unable to move, watching as the nameless boy presses his chest to mine, leaving no space between us. The coolness of his hand presses to the nape of my neck, my eyes closing as he keeps me close. The wind stings my body as I stand in the middle of the alley, the mysterious boy looking deep into my eyes after I open them once again. His eyes softly looking at me as he holds my hand tight, holding it at if he was afraid I would push him away as the other lay limp at my side. His thumb brushes over my jaw and my eyes look at the ground. His head moves to the side, feeling his breath on my ear. “You’re mine,” he whispers, breathing heavily into my ear. He lets me go and I watch as his dark figure walks away, leaving me speechless. I can’t move, his enticing personality making me want him, letting me stand here in my thoughts. The only thing I have is his eyes; I don’t even have a name.

I've never understood love. I don't understand how you can have such strong feelings for one person. I don't understand how, even when they've hurt you so badly, if they're in jeopardy you can forget about anything they ever did to you. I don't understand how they can play such a huge role in your life. When I was 17, a boy changed my life forever. His name is Harry Styles.

This novel is currently under construction. The once Harry Styles fan fiction novel, Stealing Every Piece of Your Heart, is in the process of becoming a regular teen fiction novel titled, Tidal Waves. So a warning to any new readers, reading this now probably won't make much sense. Please check back when it's finished! Or if you do plan to start, the chapters for Tidal Waves are indicated by the chapters being titled by the number alone. :)

She doesn't know who they are, she doesn't know who he is. All she knows is, fate wants them to meet for the second time.

- because this moment simply is -

"He clenched his fists to bring himself back to earth, shutting off the tap. He stood stationary, wondering if anything he had been thinking for the last five minutes made any sense at all. Every thought was about her; he wanted her more than anyone. He came down to one conclusion: he was truly obsessed with her." Cover credit to @Nargles

"Alive.." He started to say, repeating the last word. "That's how you make me feel."