"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He...
The story of the time before Harry Potter, and the five students who set out to discovers Hogwarts deepest and darkest secrets. (PSA: I do not own any original characters, or anything about the Harry Potter Universe. All credit goes to JK Rowling. I only own the characters I have made up for the sole purpose of this s...
Niall hates his neighbor, Zayn Malik. He's covered in tattoos, smokes more than anyone Niall knows, and spends all of his time at the local tattoo parlor called Urban Ink. They spend most of their time yelling at each other, until Niall gets dragged into Urban Ink through an unfortunate series of events that may chang...
"Was it you detective; did you kill them?" "With all due respect detective; I think both of us know the answer to that." One Direction Fanfiction / Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction The Bureau follows the live of the young Samantha Davis, as she desperately fights for her place in her chaotic world. Being a head detective i...
"you're so small." as if to prove his point, louis squeezed harry tightly in his arms, and harry just scrunched up a little bit, snuggling his head impossibly farther into louis' chest. "my pretty paper doll." and when louis squeezed him again, placing a shaky, yet warm kiss on harry's cold forehead, harry felt his he...
I was captivated, but he was all too good at his profession: Harry Styles, Playboy. © wrenadler, All Rights Reserved. (Larry with some Ziam)
Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. WARNING: all rights go to velvetoscar on ao3 Cov...
It's clear to see I'm a style icon; remember, you can't spell icon without "con." I love clothes, accessories, and makeup as much as the next lady, man, French bulldog in a sweater, or child whose parents dressed her in a couture Halloween costume, but telling people how they should look doesn't suit me (clothes pun...
