She was immature. He was mature. She saw her world in colors. The only color he saw were black and white. She believed true love existed. He believed true love didn't existed. Two polar opposite people collided, Two world's collided. Two POLAR OPPOSITE world's collided. A Contract holding them together. Hatred sparked, love flashed between them. A little flame ignited the fire. Fire of love. TAYLOR' POV They say ' there is a thin line between hating and loving' I didn't realised when my hatred turned into love. Love for a Demon. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to his muscular body. Suddenly the electric shocks which I am used to it now ran through out my body. "I hate you...Demon." I whispered softly, looking into his emerald eyes that i loved so much,as the stars shined above us. "I hate you too...Alison." He said back with a smirk, his eyes saying otherwise. His smirk turning into a soft smile showing off his oh so glorious dimples which I fell in love with. He leaned in to kiss and I met him halfway through it, embracing our lips in a heated, passionate kiss. Guess this how you felt when you love,someone who you hated once. *A Haylor Fanfiction* ****** Cover Credits: @-jiminlies

All five boys with you through thick and thin as you go through the many stages of pregnancy. Enjoy!

"you're so small." as if to prove his point, louis squeezed harry tightly in his arms, and harry just scrunched up a little bit, snuggling his head impossibly farther into louis' chest. "my pretty paper doll." and when louis squeezed him again, placing a shaky, yet warm kiss on harry's cold forehead, harry felt his heart feel that way again, he felt love. a soft flutter, that even the most self control in the world couldn't stop. he loved louis. he loved him even though he didn't want to, he really didn't. okay, maybe a little. *** 1ST PLACE IN THE HOLIDAY 2014 BROMANCE AWARDS FOR FAMOUS LARRY STORIES. #2 in Fanfiction #1 in One Direction

Harry is a single autistic father, ready to prove his love for his little daughter and willing to break the ableist stereotypes placed on him. This is a heartwarming story, following Harry's growth while making friends and finding love through a common love for comics and milkshakes. Book 1 - Coloured Series.

My name is Joie. I'm 17, and I reside at Burswood Center for the Mentally Ill. They tell me I have Schizoid Personality Disorder. They tell me I don't feel. I agree. I haven't felt what they call "emotions" since I was born.

Scar- a make left after a cut or burn to the skin "Do you know how hard it is to not let what people say get to you? How hard it is to stay clean to go to sleep and never want to wake up?" I stare at him with glossy eyes. I'm so weak I hate it. "Riley why would you want to die?" He holds my face between his hands and I felt my heart flutter at the contact. "Because the world is fucked up and so are the people in it." Contains acts of self-harm and suicide so please read at your own risk!!

Unknown number- do you know the muffin man? Me- everyone one knows the muffin man A story in which a girl gets a message from an unknown number but didn't know it was her favourite artist. Please note that this book is fictional ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY ME DO NOT COPY MY WORK!

[COMPLETED] "Why do you always stare at me?" "B-Because You're B-Beau-tiful." Violet was the shy girl Harry loved to draw. Harry was the stuttering boy Violet fell in love with. © londonstars

unknown - "I finally got a new phone" unknown - "I think this is your number"

It's okay to be skinny, it's ok to not be skinny. It's okay to have a flat tummy, it's okay to not have a flat tummy. It's okay to have a thigh gap, it's okay to not have a thigh gap. It's okay to not be like her and okay to be you. But she never thought it was but he's going to make sure she knows.