I'm bullied. I'm hurt inside. I cover up my feelings with a smile. But everything changed. And now the smile is real. But not everything lasts forever.. my happiness just has to end. But this boy never fails me. He was only a stranger a few months ago but we have lived in the same place since birth and went to the same place since preschool. But now he's made his way into my life in those navy blue toms that make my heart skip a beat. And I wouldn't change a thing.

*Trigger warning- this does include depression, self harm, and thoughts of suicide. Careful while reading* Ashlyn was broken. No one could fix her. But then she met someone. Someone who could.

{book 4} - ❝ All women are the same. One day they say they love you, that they are gonna be with you forever; the next they meet someone else, someone who can be with them when they need it, someone who shares their world. And then they tell you “but we can still be friends.” Yeah, you know what I think of that? Fuck you. That’s what I think. ❞

Yes! We have a dark now! Yes, this a dark Louis fiction. We didn't call it Dark Louis for copyright reasons, and we hope you will enjoy Bad Boy Tomlinson just as much. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Hello love," he said as I approached him. His sparkling blue eyes looking into my grey ones. "H-Hi," I stuttered nervously. "Are you okay?" I asked, looking at the bruise under his right eye. "I'm fine now that you're here," he said, licking his lips. I could feel his eyes exploring my body as I came to a stop in front of him. He pulled his body away from the gate he was leaning on, and walked in a circle around me. Taking in every single one of my features. When he completed his look around me, he stopped in front of me and leaned in next to my ear. "I'm Louis by the way," he whispered. "I'm G-Grace," I stuttered again. Lord, I must look stupid. He put his hands on my bum looking for my phone. I flinched when he lightly slapped it. He chuckles lightly, and holds my gaze. He takes my phone out of my pocket, and texts himself. Now he has my number. "See you around love," he called over his shoulder as he walked away. "Bye," I almost whispered.