Louis and Harry are best friends. They're also in this hot new boy band called One Direction. They thought that life was as good as it could get, and that they would always stay best buds. But what happens when Louis starts to feel more than just "brotherly love" towards Harry? Will it ruin the band - or even worse - their friendship?

The story of Isabelle Hudson, a senior in high school, who moves in next door to the one and only, Niall Horan. Top of her class, dancer and cheerleader, will her and Niall become more than friends, or less than what they started with? ©wonderousworld14 Twitter: @wonderousworld1 Instagram: @wonderousworld14 Check out my other story: Destiny (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Art is a form of communication. Whether it is through music, through writing or through painting, every note you play, every word you write and every drop of paint you put on the canvas displays an emotion. For many, it is also a form of relief, a way to say everything you wish you'd say and a way to escape everything. Some paint on a daily basis, other paint on impulse. Annabelle Snow paints on impulse. To her, it is the way to paint. It shows what you truly feel, although sometimes it may reveal things you would rather forget. This is the story of a girl passionate about art, who had her fair share of misery and was left bitter by it.

"We are punished by our sins, not for them"

❝i don't really know him, but i know him enough to care about him more than i'll ever care about anyone else.❞ ▶▶▶ © 2014 strabucks

Harry Styles has secretly been in love with Louis Tomlinson from the very first day he laid eyes on him, but Harry must keep this a secret for the band's sake. Stress, conflicts and just being around Louis begin to make Harry question his ability to keep pretending that Louis is not everything to him. Hating others and himself, taking his own life comes to mind more than once. One night, the unthinkable happens; and this causes Harry to lose all control. The matchmaking skills and advice from Niam will not help and Eleanor is only making it worse. Harry is sure Louis will never love him back. Or will he? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ { Disclaimer; all characters in this fictional story have NO connection to their actual personas besides their physical appearances and names. All personalities of the characters are simply created from my own imagination, and used for no purpose other than, story telling. } ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I hope you enjoy(-:

"Oh daddy, I wish I could kiss you right now." Harry whimpered. "I wish that too, baby boy." Louis answered. Or a story where Louis is a singer and Harry is a well known model, and Louis' baby.

I was named after the little mermaid, thought to be strong and brave. A name worthy of a princess, my mum used to say. But I didn't trade my voice for the handsome prince; I just never had it. I've always been the shy youngest sister, too afraid to raise her voice and make herself heard. I don't have the tail and I don't have the personality. I can sing, but no one ever hears me. I guess I only I have the red hair although it's not even naturally red. So how can I be part of his world when I can't even tell him my name? I better never meet the handsome prince, it'd be doomed to fail. So no, I'm not like the little mermaid, I'm just little shy Ariel. -:-:-:- BOOK #2 in the Aware Princess Series flower: Daisy, it symbolises "Innocence, loyal love, simplicity."

"You're going down, Styles."

The year is 1741. The Mughal dynasty is at its zenith of power . King Zayn has it all, the looks, riches and above all... he is the King of Lahore. He was a man who got what he yearned for; a man who is easily pleased and easily angered, he was unbreakable. But there is one thing that'd waver his mind, which would make him vulnerable, in his race to expand his territory, to live up to the legacy of his dauntless ancestors... And that is obsession towards women. His desire and lust for women make him known as the Mughal era's Casanova. But it's not too soon before he falls head over heels for Apsara, a court dancer, who is also known as the divine beauty all over Lahore. But the fact is... she fears him. Love. Lust. War. The Divine Beauty- Apsara. #108 in Historical Fiction as of 19 December, 2014 #104 in Historical Fiction as of 20 December, 2014 #98 in Historical Fiction as of 21 December, 2014 #91 in Historical Fiction as of 30 December, 2014 ... He stared at the blazing sun until his eyes hurt and strained due to its blinding light. He gave his eyes a shade by placing his palm on his forehead to restrict the light from falling on his perfect face. He turned and sat on the edge of his bed, holding the bed post for support. He couldn't hold it in. In the silence of the calm room, he loudly began crying. He sobbed as he could feel fresh, warm tears coming from his eyes. He didn't like to be vulnerable, he didn't want to feel this way. He was sick and tired of being alone. He had no companions, no true "friends". All the friends he actually had were wealthy aristocrats and Kings who had an eye on his immense wealth. Deep inside his heart, he knew that everyone despised and hated him. *Warning: There may be a few chapters that may contain graphic scenes and violence which'll be meant for a mature audience, though it's rated PG-13. These chapters are now private at the moment. ©Copyright sweetdreams199