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Definition of Amnesia: ● am·ne·sia /amˈniːzɪə/ ● A partial or total loss of memory. Usually resulting from shock, psychological disturbance, brain injury, or illness. Copyright © 2014 All Rights Reserved Plagiarism is a crime Story by: @xtearsoftheriver

Just a love story... ♥ (this was my first fanfic... I wouldn't do it if I were you)

❝Why won't you tell me your name?❞ © CynicalCaroline 2014 All Rights Reserved.

"A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover."- Charles Bukowski.

HR: #10 (09/11/2018)#13 (08/22/18) #14 (08/21/2018)(09/08/2018) #18 (03/23/2017) "No!" Zayn shouted. He was pale as if he had seen a ghost. Eyes wide, lips parted, hair disheveled and hands raised towards her. Salma took a step towards the edge. "Stop! Get down!" "Don't come near me," she warned. It was a broad, three-foot ledge but how far could she cross it to escape him? The parking lot was a long way down - a dark abyss. Salma felt movement behind her. She stepped away from the edge and turned her attention on Zayn again, but she was already too slow. He had grabbed a handful of her abaya. Salma tugged at it to set it free. "Get down!" Zayn demanded, his voice frantic. "Let me go!" "Just get down!" "No, you --" "JUST GET THE FU--" "-- back off first!" "--DOWN FROM THE LEDGE!" Salma's left heel dipped. She had not realized she had been backing away as she argued with him. Startled by the sudden vacuum, her upper body reacted by jerking forward. Her arms flailed as she lost her balance. Her heart jumped to mouth. She was going to fall to her death. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Passed down the family, the weight of a centuries-old trust was placed upon Salma Rahman when she was only two. The little Sthooriy girl from Oochath tribe has now grown up into a smart, passionate, but a very stubborn young lady who lives a happy, though sheltered life. Having picked an unexpected interest in bees, she has her eyes set on becoming an entomologist. Everything seems to work out, until an accident befalls her on her way to a camping trip, and her only companion in the desolate wild, Zayn Harris, strikes her like a bolt from blue. Old conspiracies resurface, new enemies are made. She's attacked left, right and center, and in the middle of it all, he insists on taking her on a ride to get lost.

“Not everyone can be a hero. Sometimes, we forget that we're only human." Marley has made mistakes, one mistake in particular that changed the way everyone views her, and more importantly, the way she views herself. She’s now known as a coward, a monster, the scum of the earth, all over the world and she can only watch as everyone turns their back on her. Harry has made mistakes, one’s that have also changed the world’s view of him, and inevitably his view of himself. He’s now known as a player, a man-whore, a delinquent more than a pop star, and he feels his perfect world crumbling down around him. Both Marley and Harry know what it’s like for the world to turn against you. They know what it’s like to receive hate from every corner, and reach the absolute low. And who knows, they might’ve done something irrational and drastic because of it, if it weren’t for a chance encounter in a quaint bookstore. Whether it be themselves, their friends, or the world entirely, these two have to get someone to realize that they can’t be perfect. They can only be human. Copyright © 2013, TheCrazySide on Wattpad. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

"Harry you make me happy" "Are you starting to grow feelings for me babygirl? Maybe I should kill you" But who's killing who? 1 pair of eyes hurting. 2 pairs of eyes feeling. 3 pairs of eyes playing. "I'm not afraid"

this is in no shape or form my work, I'm just simply putting it onto wattpad for you to read. all credit goes to; Hannah/ han-rawr disclaimer, this contains sexual scenes, and some swearing cover is by myself