who knew a stripper could get rid of voices that didn't exist? harry styles, 21, has had schizophrenia since he could remember. niall horan, 20, a high school dropout stripper, makes harry's voices stop ever since they met. but -- niall is the only actual thing that makes them stop. and harry might be secretly in love with niall. niall might not know about it. oops? © tomlinsir

they were each others' getaway. he was his missing piece. it may have started out as dangerous flirting. but they found themselves seeing each other more than they'd planned. yet, this poses a threat to their love life. the guilt is rising fast. how can two men overcome so many complications? -------------------- cover art was borrowed & is not my original work. the writing in this story will be original work. © tomlinsir

this is what life has in store for you. ~ "We need one last song for the album!" Michael groaned. "We could use some of our old ones..." Ashton suggested. Michael shook his head. "We are using some of our old ones, idiot." Ashton shrugged. Calum scratched the back of his neck. "How about starting from scratch and making a brand new one?" He suggested. Michael nodded. Luke sheepishly raised his hand. "I could write the song." He offered. Michael smirked and Calum nodded. "Be careful what you write about, Hemmings." © 2014 by reve

"You can barely stand up straight, c'mon," he insists, opening the car door.

ashton was just a city boy with a bad past, a broken heart, and a belief set in his mind that nobody could fix it. hayden was just a girl with barely anybody there for her in a thousand mile radius. they both had nobody, and they both wanted somebody. {caution: contains depression, self-harm, suicidal thoughts/actions, rude things said by rude people, and pg-13 stuff}

[✓] ∥ It all happened in a split second. One moment I was on his back, and the next one I was lying on the ground, watching the man who would be responsible for my possible disabilities run away. The woman was sitting and had her back against a near-by wall, and from what I could see, her eyes were wide and she was shaking. I would be too, if I wasn't paralyzed. Literally. A few hours later, well, just about 20 seconds in reality, she slowly stood up and observed me with horror in her eyes for a few moments. I looked back at her, seeing as that was the only thing I could do to let her know I was still alive. "Dear lord, child, what have you done?" She whispered, looking down at me. "I need..." I could barely choke the words out. "I need you to call the ambulance." Copyright © 2014 by funkystyles

Renee Delilah Parker has always been an average girl. She had average grades, she was funny and a basic tomboy. Her mother sends her to spend the Summer in Mullingar, with her paranoid grandmother, her grumpy grandfather and her slutty cousin. She doesn't want to do anything but stay inside all day on Tumblr. It all changes for her when she meets Niall Horan, the bad boy. Niall's tattoos, his attitude and his flirty ways annoy her, but she can't help the attraction he feels towards him. They're complete opposites: he's the punk bad boy, while she's the goody two-shoes. Soon, he shows her what his life is all about: skating, smoking, drinking, partying, drugs and sex. The normal life of a teenage dirtbag. Without either of them noticing, the start to fall in love. But what will happen when she'll have to leave Mullingar, to go back to London? Is it just a fling for them, just a normal summer love? Find out in Teenage Dirtbag. A punk Niall Horan fan fiction.

[I wrote this at the beginning of 2013 and I was just starting to get settled with the techniques in writing. No worries, I've exceedingly improved far after finishing this story.] Niall Horan was a famous boxer. He was only inlove with boxing, nothing else. That is, one night, before his match, Olivia somehow stumbles her way into meeting him. But, not the way she would have wanted to. No one could steal his heart. No one but . . . her.

[✓] ∥ "Cloe." "Cloe?" "Yes, Cloe." "...As in Lorena Cloe?" "How many Cloes do we know?" The taller of the two college boys looked across the bar, at the brunette who was sitting at a table in the corner. She was drinking Coke and talking to her friend, which he recently realized is a routine of hers. He knew her well; from the hallways, as well as class. He knew she spent days with her head in a book, or talking to the same group of people. There was nothing really special about her, nor did she catch anyone's eye for longer than five seconds. It confused him how she seemed to like it that way. He also knew that she was not just hard to get, but nearly impossible to. For someone as confident as him, he doubted himself quite a bit when it came to her. Nevertheless, he turned to his friend, a relaxed and casual look on his face, making him seem almost bored. "Deal." - Watty Awards 2013 Winner - Copyright © 2013 by funkystyles

Widely known as a fierce and competitive Boxer Mr.Styles chance of caring is slim to none considering he's lost all who's important in his life.. Cryssy is open minded and going to uni to become a doctor with a fairly normal home life. You'd think the two are completely different, and trust me they are, but there's still one thing bringing the two back together again and again. The only problem? Harry Styles is determined not to give a shit. -All self promos on this story will be deleted!- *Currently being edited by @pescapaxton*