she's gone and he can't deal with it ⋙ lowercase intended

"Are you up for it?" "Why not? One prank won't harm." I smirked, looking around the park trying to find a guy I'd do it on. My eyes landed on a guy with blonde hair, his hair was a mess but you could barely see it due to the fact that it was hidden in beanie. They're sitting on a bench like us, his arms wrapped around the waist of a girl. "Over there." She looked to the direction where my finger is pointed and she nodded in agreement. "Watch me." I whispered as I slowly walk towards the guy I just saw. I took a deep breath before finally stopping, a few feet away from them. "Oh my god! How dare you?! Who's this girl? I can't believe you!" Little did she know that one prank could start it all. _____________________________________ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Copyright © 2014 by Chase Edwards cover by lovely champagneandgasoline started:: May 24, 2014 { Short Story #29 / Fanfiction #72 }

I've never understood love. I don't understand how you can have such strong feelings for one person. I don't understand how, even when they've hurt you so badly, if they're in jeopardy you can forget about anything they ever did to you. I don't understand how they can play such a huge role in your life. When I was 17, a boy changed my life forever. His name is Harry Styles.

DISCLAIMER: This story was written in late 2012. I wrote Strings Attached as an adolescent with no idea how a healthy, adult relationship should function. This story is dark and twisted in a way that my teen mind couldn't comprehend at the time. There are more than a few scenes in this book with sensitive content. I--in no way--support rape culture and I do not condone my character's actions. However, as I said, this story was written in an ignorant state of mind. I will not remove this story from Wattpad. It is part of my past and though I am disappointed with the content, it shows how far I've come not just as an author but as a free-thinking adult. Thank you for reading. **Excerpt** "Say... it," She gasped, throwing her head back, cupping my face in her hands so that I was forced to meet her gaze. "You're mine." She held my gaze for a second more, before crushing her lips against my own, arms wrapping tight around my neck, pulling me down to her level. Arms sliding easily around her, she wrapped her legs around me as I lifted her up, lips traveling over her chest and collarbone. She moaned as my hands dug into her tender flesh, pulling on it, their violence a stark contrast to the gentle kisses teasing their way up her neck. Bright lines marked the paths that my nails had etched into her skin, marking her, beautiful red tattoos, spreading out over her entire body. Her small hands knotted in my hair, pulling harder and harder as she fought the urge to cry out...

"If you ever feel stupid, remember you're not the girl who rejected Liam twenty two times." My friend tried to cheer me up. I didn't get what she was talking about until my eyes landed on her poster on the wall. My throat went dry when I realized who it was. Liam Payne. The boy I rejected twenty times and broke his heart. He was finally living his dream as a famous singer. I stared at the other posters, and my lips played a smile. Look what he become. I was lucky, but I didn't appreciate. Look what I've lost. Am I too late?

"Where am I supposed to start? Wow. I love you. I love you so much that it hurts. Okay, maybe that's the cancer."

I'm Mikaela. Mika for short. I'm just an average 18-year-old girl who likes boys, clothes and make-ups. Just like every girl. There's one thing I'm really proud of. I'm Niall Horan's bestfriend. And just because of a mistake, I have to fake-date the boy I hate the most, Harry Styles. _____________________________________ [Warning: I wrote this way back when I was twelve and this was so awful and i cringe everytime so please bare with me. You've been warned. Thank you!] ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Copyright © 2014 by NicoleDirectioner

*y'all DON'T READ THIS. i wrote this at thirteen. you've been warned.* "Harry, it's been rumored that if you have a daughter you would name her Darcy. Any particular reason why?" The interviewer asked. I gulped and glanced down at my feet, not wanting to talk about the girl that I had lost. "Um, yeah, actually." I admitted. "I used to be friends with a girl named Darcy... but she was kidnapped and never found again. I think that I'd like to name my daughter Darcy in her memory." My heart started to ache as I remembered Darcy Monroe and knew that I would never see her again. Or so I thought. © Copyright 2013. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact _HakunaMatata_ on Wattpad.com

Imagine being forced to date the one and only Harry Styles. You would be estatic, right? Well, 19 year old actress, Emerson Davis couldn't be less excited. She never really hated him, but he gives her more than reason to. Their relationship isn't perfect, will it last longer than what it's supposed to last?

The hall is still a little bit crowded but no one is paying attention to the girl with the crazy I-just-had-sex hair and no panties under her skirt. I can't believe what just happened and I never will. I had sex with the one and only Harry Styles. Highest rank: #1 in Fanfiction.