"give me one good reason to stop." "i love you." / She loved him more, therefore gave him the power to plant bruises on her skin and indent scarring in her mind. (I AM IN NO WAY APPROVING NOR ENCOURAGING ABUSIVE REALTIONSHIPS) © 2013 by wreckedkids All rights reserved. lovely cover made by; dextermoser ! playlist at http://8tracks.com/wreckedkids/addict trailer at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w-vbGNQvd8M&feature=youtu.be and also linked on 0.75

[✓] ∥ It all happened in a split second. One moment I was on his back, and the next one I was lying on the ground, watching the man who would be responsible for my possible disabilities run away. The woman was sitting and had her back against a near-by wall, and from what I could see, her eyes were wide and she was shaking. I would be too, if I wasn't paralyzed. Literally. A few hours later, well, just about 20 seconds in reality, she slowly stood up and observed me with horror in her eyes for a few moments. I looked back at her, seeing as that was the only thing I could do to let her know I was still alive. "Dear lord, child, what have you done?" She whispered, looking down at me. "I need..." I could barely choke the words out. "I need you to call the ambulance." Copyright © 2014 by funkystyles

"Out of all numbers, you choose that one?" One year after a fatal accident had occurred, causing Harry Styles to feel vulnerable beyond repair, his bandmates came up with a plan. That being, to propose to Harry a deal that could rebuild or tear apart his life. Over the course of 69 days, Harry Styles would have to put up with a complete stranger... if he accepted their deal. Copyright © 2013 contaminate Fan Fiction #799 / Romance #870 Cover by: Nargles

***WARNING: OF VIOLENT AND SEXUAL NATURE*** ***THIS BOOK IS UNDER EDITING. PLEASE CONSIDER THIS WHILE READING, THANK YOU** ❝I think violence in a cinematic context can be, if handled in a certain way, very..seductive.❞ I was innocent, way too innocent in a way that allowed people to screw me over. Including the flithy rich pricks that I called my parents. I didn't have any edge or charisma to my walk, and that's something I was told a lot. Then there was the troubled boy, Harry Styles, who stared into your soul, just because he could. Him, he had charisma, and the edge, and everything that I wanted. And I wanted him to teach me. Give me intensive, heated lessons. Sex lessons. o r i g i n a l ↬ Watch TRAILER before READING ↫ Credits for trailer: SOCKMONKEY7707 ©Floz__