"I love you." "How can you ever love a fat person?" "Because all your imperfections makes you who you are, and I love every inch of you." ~*~*~ Where Maisie Kane is a girl with big thighs, huge hips and rolls for a stomach and believes no one could ever love her. But a certain curly headed boy comes into her life and shows her how to love all her imperfections.

What would you do if you could enter Harry Styles' dreams? Harry is the man of every girl's dreams except Boo, a scorned woman who's bent on revenge to give Harry the worst nightmare ever. But it's hard to give Harry bad dreams when he turns everything sweet. Will the evil witch get her happy ending?

Nothing but intoxication. Nothing but a cold soul in the middle of the night, when the moon is at it's highest and his glass is at his lowest. When his hand raises, it's enough for me to beg on my knees. It's enough for me to fend for myself, to stop myself from saying anything that intensifies his anger, to stop him from going any further and worsening his canvas. My body - his canvas.

"You know, most of us are just fallen angels, but some of us were just born in Hell," His deep voice utters, a small grin playing at his lips, and I know he's straight from Hell. NEWLY REVISED AND RE-WRITTEN VERSION BEING DONE NOW AND WILL BE AVAILABLE IN BOOK FORM SOON

Evie Jones was seemingly in tact. Her life was a representation of perfection. Niall Horan was seemingly self-assured. His life a representation of indifference. On the outside, they were ideal; in no way flawed. But that was the outside- A mirage of falsity. Evie and Niall were platonic. An innocent friendship between two neighbours. But what happens when the outside walls begin to crumble and their built up perfections vanish? Will they step away? Or will they find love and stay? Niall Horan AU - this is fiction. *NOT TRANSLATING* This story will deal with issues that may cause personal triggers - depression, anxiety, and other mental disorders. If you struggle with any of these things, don't hesitate to talk to someone (a professional). You are loved and have a purpose.

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[ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ ] ❝ I always used to love November But now it always floods with rain Oh how can I forgive? Those words will stain forever ❞ Eve has planned so much for her future with the person she truly cared about, but who knew that November is going to be the worst month of her life? Who knew, that she’d suffer for over two years? No one. For her, November seems like a month of bad happenings. Niall, on the other hand, thinks of November as a month. A simple month that makes everything different because it’s closer to Christmas. November is also a month for him and the lads, to have a break and actually focus on themselves not just touring.

[✓] ∥ "What do you fear most?" At my childish question, she smiles and looks down. In all honesty, I thought we were going to have to stay there all night, that she wouldn't find an answer until the sun comes out. But to my surprise, she looks back up at me within seconds, the smile I fell in love with no longer adorning her face. "Myself." **Warning: contains strong language, drug use and inexplicit sexual content. Copyright © 2014-2016 by funkystyles

"You do realize a journal is an extremely personal thing right?" His voice was raspy, low and threatening, making me take a step back in panic as he continued, "so my only question is why the fuck are you standing with mine?" - first book - - instagram acc: @thejournalofficial - - for extra material: arietem.wix.com/arietemx - All Rights Reserved 2013 © arietem