so you can keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans; holding me close until our eyes meet, and you won't ever be alone.

Darcy Styles lives with her single mother, Ariana Grande, in Miami, Florida in the USA. Ariana never notified Darcy's father, Harry Styles, that he had ever had a child. Ariana chose to let Darcy have her fathers last name when she was born because Darcy was a memory of her relationship with Harry. Darcy is a teenager and still dosent know who her father is, all she knows his last name.Her mother refuses to tell her what happened between her and Darcy's father before she was born. Darcy just knows that her mother didn't know she was pregnant before she left him. When Darcy turns 18, and her mother tells her where her father is and she goes after him, how will he react to seeing his daughter that he has yet to know of? Is there still a spark between Hariana? (Harry and Ariana= Hariana)

"It's hurts to think she doesn't know who I am!" Darcy is only 15. This is a big change for her. Not knowing who her father was. And now he's coming back? Is this going to change Darcy? Can she handle that?

DISCLAIMER: PRETTY DULL EYES WAS PREVIOUSLY TITLED TORN. IT'S STILL THE SAME STORY, BUT IS CURRENTLY UNDER EDITING. Eighteen year old Delilah is nothing but numb. She can barly remember her father, who left when she was young, and lives in contast fear of her abusive step-father. Her mother would rather be drinking than at home, and her friends don't seem to know or to care what's happening. Along with all this and an event in the past that left her broken, Delilah finds is hard to see faith in anything. The only means of escape she finds is through the music and fandom of One Direction. The five boys are her literal life, voice, and reason to be, and she wants nothing more but to tell them that. But when Delilah's step-father takes it a step to far, and Delilah finds herself away from her so called home, she ends up a lot closer to the boys of One Direction than she could ever dream of. Will she trust them with her past, and can they help her escape the present for a better future?

*Flashback* Age 7: The sweet girl with curly blonde hair ran over to me and smiled, and I grinned a cheeky smile back. I had just moved into the neighborhood and I was at the park where this girl had greeted me. I was hoping I could make a friend. "Hi, I'm Roe.", I stood up and said "Hi, I'm Harry." back to the girl whose name was Roe. "Wanna play hide and seek?" She said giggling, "Yea!" I screamed excitedly. Age 10: "Rose!" I screamed on the verge of tears and she ran over to me, I was lying on the ground clutching my hand and breathing heavily. "Happy!" she screamed and ran over to me, I smiled at her nickname for me. She could always make me feel a little better. "what happened?" she looked scared, "I jumped off the swing and landed on my hand, I think I broke my arm!" "I'll get my mommy." I broke down in tears and she hugged me and kissed my cheek. Age 13: Roe the girl I loved. Roe my best friend. Roe my future girlfriend... I hope. I said these three things in my head over and over again as I kicked pebbles along the road, walking to my best friend Rosie's house. I walked up the path to the door and pulled my jumper down over my hands to get warmer as I knocked on the door. "Haz!" Rosie screamed and pulled me in for a hug, it felt right with my arms around her. I couldn't ask her yet. Age 15: "Don't forget me," she whispered, looking down at her shoes, as a warm tear rolled down her face and splashed onto her collar. "I won't babe." I sighed and looked down, our hands were intertwined as we sat on the park swings. I loved Roe, how could I forget her? I wish she knew I loved her... "Harry, I should go." she stood up abruptly and walked away. Love is complicated for everyone, and for Rosie, there is no exception. So what happens when the love of her life comes and goes.