How can someone think silently when the other side of them is constantly listening?

Escapism (noun): the tendency to seek distraction and relief from unpleasant realities, especially by seeking entertainment or engaging in fantasy. Mikayla never intended to do this for a living, but desperate times call for desperate measures, a phrase that Harry is all too familiar with. After three years in a one-sided marriage, Harry needed an escape. He found his way to the Bliss club where he hoped to unwind, but he never intended for this to be a long-term fix. Soon enough, paid encounters turn into much more and things become complicated. --- - Honorable mention for "Best Smut" in the 1D Imagination Awards Summer Edition 2015

❝He was filled with both the best and worst things; bad and good, but that's what tempted me. To think that he could both fix my soul and, also, that his needed fixing.❞ in which she must make a choice for herself; whether to live or to exist. ☁ {set in 1850.} ☁ © purelyhxrry c o m p l e t e d .

[COMPLETED] A color so dark that possesses such potential-burgundy. Could a color so dark be deemed worthy of love? If black could be the inevitable twilight and it could be adored with a side of whiskey, then surely burgundy could be worthy of some type of adoration. And, for a time, it was.

cap·tive adjective imprisoned or confined; having no freedom an infatuation that fell apart and yet he is still held captive by the reminisce of her love and his own inner demons. of course, no love can prevail unless it overcomes obstacles. [Sequel to Infatuation © All Rights Reserved to 1DLover121] - highest ranking: #10 in fanfiction -

What can you do when you love and fear the same person? What are you willing to sacrifice for that person?

She was the anchor that kept him steady above the water. He was the anchor that made her sink. A story filled with ups and downs. An unsteady sea, really.

"I'm a monster!" he shouted in my face, his veins popping out on his neck. I tried to hold my tears but failed, all these months of patience and anger caused my body to shake, my heart was pounding so loud in my chest that my blood was boiling in my veins. "No Harry! You're not a monster!" I cried out loud, my chest rising and falling from my heavy breathing. He clenched his jaw and fisted his palms and in seconds, he punched the wall that was behind me right next to me, making me gasp for air. All the anger that built inside me was now replaced by fear as his piercing green eyes turned to a darker shade. "How can you say that after what I did to you?" he hissed, his hot breath hitting my swollen lips, his nostrils flaring. I took a deep shakey breath before I parted my lips to answer him. "Because I can see through you, Harry. I can see your innocence."

I stood there, watching, as she ran her fingers through the knots of my soul.

***WARNING: Scenes of a Violent and Sexual Content*** Harry and Angela have started their own beautiful family. But, will Harry overcome his insecurities about his own abusive upbringing. Or, will he become his father?.... Twitter @Atlantis094