'Pain isn't remotely kind in that way. Pain wants its promised pound of flesh, ounce for ounce. It won't settle until you're left with nothing but a flaky shell of who you were. The burn of betrayal and the sting of rejection hurt, but nothing compares to the pain of being empty. Nothing hurts worse than not hurting at all and it makes no sense and perfect sense at the same time and I'm convinced I'm going crazy and I'm actually okay with that.'

The passionate story of Tessa and Hardin continues as family secrets, deep betrayals, and career opportunities threaten to tear them apart.

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.

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.

One text to the wrong number is all it took for Anna to begin a friendship (and maybe more *wink wink*) with One Direction's Louis Tomlinson. / Highest Ranking: #1 in Fanfiction ~ 8/28/16 Completed on January 25th, 2016. + cover by @jealouis

Your Not Welcomed Summary ~ 3 years before I layed on the cold marble floor. Lifeless. Well... I want to be. My right hand was holding my bare stomach and my lefted was holding the...Pregnancy stick. I sit up after laying in the floor for which seemed like hours. Probably was.I was too weak to fully stand up , so I stretched my body to reach for the pregnancy box on the counter. Got it. I needed to be definite that I was really pregnant. Well after using the whole box in 1 day? I would say so , but I just needed to know for sure 1 more time.I took the box and 1 hand and the test In the other. "Yup there it goes. That little plu-" "baby! I'm home!" Fuck . What is harry doing home so early? I scatter trying to hide the box. I throw it in the cabinet under the sink. Harry never does down there. I put the test in the back pocket Of my jeans. And pull my shirt down. I exit the bathroom to see Harry in the living room smiling ear to ear at me. "Hey baby. What are you doing home so early?" I gave him a peck on the lips. "I have good news!" "Me too!" It got silent after I spoke. "you first hazza." He took a deep breath and let it out. "Me and the boys got signed to a contract and we're moving to L.A!" He picked me up and hugged me tight."That's great baby! I'm so happy for you." I start walking towards our bedroom to hear Harry call out at me. "What did you want to tell me Taylor?" SHIT! Kill me now! I turn around slowly trying to advoid eye contact with harry. A voice in my mind kept telling me to lie and don't tell him but my heart was telling me to just say it. Say the truth..........................................................................

"Us. Pulled us together. I think that everything between us through these past years happen for a reason. I think it happen to bring us closer together. Even though most of it were downs, we seemed to make it up and that is what's important."

Summary If you haven't read pregnant with harry styles book 1 yet go read it because this is the SEQUEL too ^^ that story..

Alright. Truth? I got up and couldn't go back to sleep, so I put My Girls's Ex-Boyfriend on repeat and well, I got this: Nicole was 16 years old when she got pregnant with Harry Styles baby. The day he left was the day she told him she was pregnant. It hurt Harry to think that he wasn't gonna be there for the birth of his child, plus that he was leaving Nicole. His best friend. His everything. But that was 2 years ago. Darcy's now 2, and is doing perfectly fine without her Daddy, but it's Nicole that's struggling. The person she turns to is Louis. Harry is out of the question, well because she doesn't have his number, he doesn't Skype her anymore, and much more. Nicole misses Harry, and is dreading the day, when little Darcy walks up and asks, "Mummy where's Daddy?" Nicole knows it's gonna come sooner then expected, and it's killing her. *better then this*

By: ZerriesGap "A girl once told me to be careful when trying to fix a broken person because you may cut yourself on their sharp edges." {k.w.} Note: All credit goes to ZerriesGap. I am just simply republishing it. When she took this story down, I noticed a lot of people were wanting to read it again and I still had it in my library so I decided to republish it. Thanks! Hope you enjoy her amazing work.