WARNING: This story contains boyxboy material, fluff, and smut. if you do not like this kind of material do not read. thanks!

Fashion. That's Luke's thing. ••

Trust is like a paper, once crumpled; it'll never be the same ever again.

i hate this so much i wrote it when i was like 6 cat•fish; someone who pretends to be someone they're not online to create false identities, particularly to pursue deceptive online romances [i wrote this a really long time ago and it hasn't been edited so it's really shitty (beware)]

Love is like a fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes like coals, deep-burning and unquenchable. "He threw his life away." "He let his anger get the best of him." Harry was part of One Direction. That was before he 'threw a temper tantrum' as the media put it, causing the band to split. The only thing that kept him going was Her, the girl he dreams about. She's his light at the end of the tunnel as you would put it. He knew deep down, that he would have to find her. That's exactly what he intends on doing. Love can be difficult, but also be fragile like the light of candle's fire.

She was looking for a bit of enlightenment; a bit of adventure; a way. Harry was that way.

[complete] When Kade discovers that her incredibly annoying classmate, Marcel Styles, is living under a double personality, her attention for him is immediately piqued. Little does she know that by attempting to discover things that are better off kept away, she'll be thrown down a spiral where she'll come to find that everything in her life has been a secret, and everyone she loves has been pretending.

he was quiet, she was loud he was normal, she was crazy he was lost, and so was she and that's truly how the craziness all began © 2013 divurge all rights reserved ps, excuse the horribleness of this book i hate it v v v much but i won't delete it so (:

Harry's voice crippled me. The sound was deep, husky, and pleading as he begged for forgiveness he knew I wouldnt give. I shook my head once more but refused to give into the tears. Crying was easy. There was no skill to it...nothing to be mastered. It was just some hideous action that proved how pathetic you were. It was for that reason that I hated the futile action and instead sat there cold and emotionless. I think it was then that Harry realized exactly what I was about to do. He was too accustomed to my antics; he knew me like the back of his hand despite how much I tried to distance myself. The boy had a way of gaining people's trust. He could find the key to any door I hid behind...except for one. Finally the pleading went away and was replaced by desperation. "Please just talk to me Savannah. Say anything. Scream at me, tell me how much you hate me, just...just say anything!" I just stared at him with the same dead expression I had been carrying for some time. He shook his curly-haired head; sad and partly frustrated. "You make things so bloody difficult sometimes. I'm begging you to just open up to me...please baby...otherwise we're lost." I shook my head and prepared myself to run. "I guess we're lost then. Goodbye Harry."