"Hi Harry Styles. Is that your real name, or is it actually Harold?" "It's just Harry." "Ok. Is that your favorite band?" "Yeah, it is actually." ☹☻ In which a secretive curly haired boy that wears too many band shirts meets an innocent Irish lad that asks too many questions and has a few secrets of his own. ☹☻ [WARNING- Cursing, smut, boyxboy, small self-harm trigger] ☹☻ Copyright © 2014 || Poisonnialler Top Ranking: #10 under Narry

"It's times like these that I wish I was old enough to grab a pair of shoes, and a thin coat and run away. Run into the night, arms flailing. I would pretend I was flying, or falling and my heart would beat fast and hard against my ribs and I would smile. I'd smile this big, giant smile and I'd be happy. I'd pump my legs faster and faster and not pay attention to my surroundings because, who cares? I'd pretend I was the only one in the world and I was conquering all. And I'd be happy. Maybe not for long, but for a percentage of a second. And it'd be worth it. It's times like these I wish I had someone calling my cellphone telling me they're outside,waiting at two something in the freaking morning. Without warning me of the adventure ahead of us! We'd sail into the night in an old run down car, my body hanging out the window and my hair whirling around my face in an ungrateful but appreciated fashion. I'd be content with doing anything as long as it's spontaneous and exciting! I'd imagine doing these things and then I'd remember, who'd do them with me?" Niall seems happy, he seems perfectly content with life but really, behind closed doors, it's a completely different story. Trigger warning- Eating Disorders/Depression/Self Harm

“I know I’m recovering, but there are still times my skin itches to be ripped apart. There are times I think about killing myself. I mean, I wouldn’t put a bullet through my brain, I guess it’s just because I want a break, an escape. I want to get away from the war inside my head, and sometimes I feel like I won’t unless I’m dead.”

he didn't want her to commit suicide, she wanted to know who he was [highest rankings #54 FanFiction / #24 Short Story]

❝Never forget me. ❞ ❝ As if the coast could forget the ocean, or the lung could forget the breath, or the earth could forget the sun. ❞

❞ Words hurt. Words break you, leave you in pieces. They hurt like a thousand knives. ❞ Harry Styles is an unhappy person, he is the victim of bullying at school. Being called names or beat up is a part of his daily life and he believes everything he is told. All the words haunt him every day and he is broken. Harry pushes everyone away and he has problems letting anyone in. But what happens when someone moves into the house that was across the treet, including a teenage boy that caught Harry's attention from the second he saw him? Will he be the one who finally hears Harry's screams for help, or will he be yet another person that breaks Harry? » trigger warnings concerning self-harm and suicidal thoughts. » currently being edited.

Izzy Martin looked like your average teenage girl. She had a family, a nice house, and went to Uni just like everybody else. She didn't have many friends, but she didn't mind all that much. She was simply the girl you would pass by all the time, but never really knew. Harry Styles looked like your average pop star. He had fans, money, good looks, and friends who cared about him. He was the youngest member of One Direction, and a teen hearthrob worldwide. Everyone knew his name, and his fans knew all his secrets. Until now. What his fans don't know is that the loveable Harry Styles they see on camera is all an act. The nineteen year old boy from Cheshire has gone silent, and hasn't spoken in eight months. His friends, family, and bandmates worry about him, but nobody has been able to crack through the wall he's created between himself and the people he cares about. That is, until the boys crash into a blonde drama student on her way home from the ice cream shop. Izzy agrees to take in the lads while her parents are away on business. Everyone is friendly, aside from one small detail, and it doesn't take her long to figure it out. The curly haired boy would be an inconvenience to most, but Izzy saw him as a challenge. She was going to get him to talk again. She was going to make him laugh, if it was the last thing she ever did. She was going to save his heart.

But maybe he can't fix her, maybe only music can, and maybe, just maybe, she'll break his heart along the way. (c) all rights reserved to adorlouble amazayn cover by my fablouis friend who i adore: @siberia_ Fourth AU book of the AU book series.

"It makes you feel again. Like CPR. You're alive. Jolted right back into your body. That's what it does." * * * * * She has been doing it as long as she can remember; it was a never ending cycle of pain and happiness. She's tossed and stumbled around, but she is still trapped within her aching soul. He's been watching her for as long as she can remember. He has seen her rush out of bathrooms and ask for band-aids. He has watched her like she was an entirely different species until she caught his eye again. Louis Tomlinson, junior on the football team, could never understand something as dark as Robyn's crimson marks. She does not bother explaining. How can you teach another to understand when you can barely feel?

"See you later Ellie, I'll miss you!" Who knew these words could mean so much to me but so little to him. Harry Styles little sister Ellie Grace Styles feels a little left out of her brothers life and is quite guarded and reluctant to let anyone in. Will her attitude suffer from the loss of a relationship with her brother?