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Makeshift Chemistry {Kellic} by KellicEXISTSOkay
KellicEXISTSOkay
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Death is known to be the end. Everything afterwards is an illusion. Kellin knows this. He’s knew ever since he put the lilacs on his mother’s grave. But he can’t help but feel that there’s something more to it all.
Met a Boy at Seventeen (Kellic) by ashisverymuchonfire
ashisverymuchonfire
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The last thing anyone expected Kellin to be interested in was romance. Especially not toward a guy. Especially not toward a guy like Vic. What people don’t know is this: Vic and Kellin have history, and the kiss that Kellin gives Vic in the middle of the hallway is anything but random. That kiss could do nothing…but it has the potential to change everything. Cover made by @I_Sleep_With_Sirens!
[***[EDITING]***] Dancing Styles (Harry Styles Fanfic) (Watty Awards 2012) by rinkadink
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For her 16th birthday, Lucy Martin received a "present" from her childhood bestfriend, Louis Tomlinson; she got to be a backup dancer for One Direction. Things started heating up with her and Harry, but after the tour, he broke things off. Shortly after the breakup, Lucy discovered she was pregnant. With Harry Styles' baby, she decided to keep it a secret, only telling Louis the truth. Now, 3 years later, Isobele stumbles into her father, totally by accident. Should Lucy let the curly haired boy into his daughter's life, or shut him out like he did to her, all those years ago?
Save Them, Please? *One Direction Fanfic* by Jakkii
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Fifteen years. The number of normal every-day life. One day. The number of time when my life suddenly took a 180. 8000. The number of miles I was taken away from my home. Two. The number of parents I will never see again, Two weeks. The number of weeks I lived with kidnappers, rapists, and murderers. Three times. The number of times I lost my innocence to three different men. Four months. The number of months I lived a semi-normal but hectic life with practically strangers. Two. The number of children I carried Two. The number of times I was kidnapped. One week. The number of weeks I was held hostage. Thirty. The number of times I probably passed out or fainted. One hundred plus. The number of times I cried and felt sorry for myself. Six months. The number of months I waited until I got to see my children. Thirty seconds. The number of seconds it took before my life fully crumbled before my very eyes. A moment. How long it took for it all to start over again. Save Them, Please? *Sequel to 'Help Me, Please?*