❝freedom ain't real, who sold you that lie?❞ A man adopts a creepy obsession with his therapist, and will go to any extent just to have her to himself.

"One minute I want to pin you down and kill you, but one minute I want to pin you down and kiss you." An alternate universe where band members have psychological disorders, but their symptoms show signs of anything but the truth. All rights reserved to tomlinsecrets©

"Um, hey. My family heard you was our new neighbour, so we would like you to take these cookies." "I'd much rather take you against this wall baby girl."

"I heard this freshman over in building C is dying to lose her virginity. Nobel . . . Noel -- whatever her name is -- sounds pretty desperate. Guess its time to lock up your boyfriends. Another horny freshman just hit the campus."

[BOOK 1 OF THE 'BOY' SERIES] "How about we take the long way home, baby?" he sent me a wink from the drivers seat. "How about no. It's 7:52 and I've got an episode of supernatural to catch at 8." A Harry Styles fanfic. HIGHEST RANKING: #180 in fanfiction 8/1/17 #345 in fanfiction 7/16/17 #43 in harry 5/17/18

Everybody in this world has a soulmate. When you are born, you are given a silver chain necklace with an intricate charm. There are only two that are exactly alike in the entire world. The caring ones, the shy ones, the confident ones, the tough ones, the angry ones, the sick ones, the crazy ones, everybody has a necklace. It's only if you choose to follow it, that you will find your one true love. When the town bad boy who is constantly in trouble discovers Harley is his soul mate, he doesn't wait a second to make sure she's all his.

His eyes where only ever on her. From the moment he set eyes on her, he was obsessed, fixated on her. Maybe he was intrigued at first by the way she attracted attention just by entering the room, or of how full of confidence she was. His attraction soon grew into obsession. He knew that he wanted to be with her, hold her, care for her, but most of all, love her. idekPayne©

"I'd like to propose to you a deal," "What kind of deal?" I asked. "A deal that I can make you fall in love with me in at least six months," "I doubt that," I scoffed "You know what Shakespeare said, “Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt.”" "Um, okay," "So do we have a deal, can I make you love me?"

I'm the fire, your the gasoline. I'm no good for you, and your no good for me. [ harry styles // au ]