*ILLUSTRATED* Tish Williams always knew her brother would knock someone out, dropping bottles off their balcony.What she didn't expect was to come face to face with a naked Harry Styles, an awfully real gun, a string of impostors and a mystery that would change the world forever. Filled with suspense, danger, romance and missing kidneys, The Other Harry is not your average One Direction fanfiction...

My name's Marcel. Nerd. Poet. Teenage Loser. You think you know the real me, but you don't. I wish you could see the true me, but no one has cared enough to. Until she came. All rights go to _smilelikeniall (myself). Everything is written by me. No copyright intended. Please do not claim my words and/ or ideas as yours. Do not repost my words without giving me credit. Thank you.

In a corrupt community, young girls are sold to men as mere objects of pleasure and they are kept for as long as the men desire. But things take a turn when the spoilt son of a wealthy businessman crosses paths with an unfortunate girl forced into the twisted world of Baby Dolls. Baby Doll © Wonderwall123 2013 - 2014

″I'll be right beside you, nobody will break you.″

DISCLAIMER: This story was written in late 2012. I wrote Strings Attached as an adolescent with no idea how a healthy, adult relationship should function. This story is dark and twisted in a way that my teen mind couldn't comprehend at the time. There are more than a few scenes in this book with sensitive content. I--in no way--support rape culture and I do not condone my character's actions. However, as I said, this story was written in an ignorant state of mind. I will not remove this story from Wattpad. It is part of my past and though I am disappointed with the content, it shows how far I've come not just as an author but as a free-thinking adult. Thank you for reading. **Excerpt** "Say... it," She gasped, throwing her head back, cupping my face in her hands so that I was forced to meet her gaze. "You're mine." She held my gaze for a second more, before crushing her lips against my own, arms wrapping tight around my neck, pulling me down to her level. Arms sliding easily around her, she wrapped her legs around me as I lifted her up, lips traveling over her chest and collarbone. She moaned as my hands dug into her tender flesh, pulling on it, their violence a stark contrast to the gentle kisses teasing their way up her neck. Bright lines marked the paths that my nails had etched into her skin, marking her, beautiful red tattoos, spreading out over her entire body. Her small hands knotted in my hair, pulling harder and harder as she fought the urge to cry out...

[COMPLETED] I let out a sob and ran up to him, slamming my fists on his chest. "Why did you do it!? I'm sorry just please explain!" He held me close to him until I stopped thrashing about and just cried silently into his chest. "Shh Please stop crying. It hurts to see you in this much pain." He soothed. "Then why Harry, why?" I said with every once of pain emanating from me. "I loved you and you left me. I loved you so much. My judgement was cloudy from the hurt inside my chest. It was a very dumb decision." "You are acting like its no fucking big deal! Your dead! You're gone from all of us! The boys are hurting so much! It was selfish what you did, but it was even more selfish what I did." "Please don't blame yourself. It was my fault, not yours." "Harry its all my fault. You wouldn't be dead if it wasn't for me." He grabbed my chin, making me look him in the eyes. "Now listen to me. I shouldn't have expected you to stay with me when the fans first started harassing you. I should have let you leave but I was being selfish keeping you with me. I just couldn't lose you. But once again I was selfish and left all of you. I'm so sorry." He looked down, a single tear slid down his face. I put my hand up to his face and wiped his tear away with my thumb. "Harry I missed you but now I'm here with you and there are no fans. We can be together now and we don't have to worry about anything." I said barely above a whisper. He looked up into my eyes and pecked my lips, leaving a tingling sensation from where his lips touched. "I wouldn't let that happen." Cᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛᴛ © Wanderless, Aʟʟ Rɪɢʜᴛs Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

Liam's brows knotted together in confusion and his innocent brown eyes looked deeply into mine. He shook his head slightly. "I-I don't understand." He stuttered out. "I have been using you for the past month to get publicity." I couldn't seem to look into his eyes any longer so I looked down at my feet. My chest was constricting in a strange pain. "Using me?" He slowly said those two words, testing them out. I peeked up at him to gauge his expression. I knew it was a dumb idea to look at him in the first place but what I saw I didn't expect. He looked extraordinarily calm...The calm before the storm, I guess you could say. His eyes met mine and that's when everything clicked. "Using me." Liam shook his head in understanding causing me to knot my eyebrows in confusion this time. Why was he so calm about this? Why does it sound like he understands? "Yes, using you..." I spoke slowly. Copyright © Wanderless, All Rights Reserved

"Wʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋɪᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴅ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ Aɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʜᴀs ʟᴏsᴛ ᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ's ʜᴏᴘᴇ Aғᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴀᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ sᴜɴsʜɪɴᴇ Aɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜsᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ɢᴏ Sᴋɪᴇs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ ᴍʏ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ I'ʟʟ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ Aɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ, I'ʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴘ Wɪᴛʜ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴇᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴀsᴛ" ~Lᴜᴄʏ Sᴘʀᴀɢɢᴀɴ~ Cᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛᴛ © Wanderless, Aʟʟ Rɪɢʜᴛs Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

"Look Harmony! I'm on top of the world!" His voice bellowed throughout the hushed parking lot. "No, Louis. You're on top of a car." I sniggered at the look of defeat on his face. "Come on Harmony, just pretend." The way he leaned forward and whispered to me made me think of my brother Ben before he left our Neverland for his grown up life. Louis reached his hand out for me to take and I eagerly grasped it, allowing him to pull me up onto the hood beside him. After I had balanced myself, I looked over to Louis. He was staring up at the sky. Staring at the brilliantly lit stars, all of his attention going to those stars. I took this moment to look at him. His blue eyes were captivated by the stars, handsome chiseled features, thin lips slightly parted so that each breath would allow white puffs of steam to fill the air. Louis was honestly really handsome and no matter how long we would have stayed there, I don't think I could have looked away. Blue eyes flicked to mine, forgetting the stars, and studied my face. After some time, Louis huffed out a breathe and turned back to the sky. "Why are you so childish, Harmony?" He questioned me. The question surprised me. "Why are you so childish, Louis?" I countered. He chuckled and turned to me one last time. "Because there's no fun in being grown up." His blue eyes held a sense of honesty that may be beyond me. I gave him a sad smile. "To never grow up." I sighed out and started to get off the hood of the car, going the direction the others went. But before I was completely gone, I heard Louis shout out into the night sky. "To never grow up!"

Apparently, Lela Oswalt is Perrie Edwards. Or at least, after a switch-up at the airport and a deal made between the two, that's what everybody now thinks. Lela is prepared to pretend to be Perrie for the summer, but what she isn't prepared for, is to pretend to be Zayn Malik's girlfriend. When Zayn starts liking the new Perrie more than the old one, feelings for the boy of One Direction arise in Lela, and a new mess is created. Will Lela be able to pull off the act? *this is completely unedited as well as one of my first stories, please be kind :)