Harry was tired of it. He was tired of being the "lead singer" of the band. He was tired of being "the flirty, filthy manwhore". He hated the fame. He hated the attention. He hated everything. Scarlett was tired of breathing. She just got out of rehab but still struggling. Her whole life she'd been known as "the quiet girl". She was always in everyone else's shadow. She was constantly put down, overlooked, and constantly change so she'd "be good enough". "Tired" couldn't even explain her pain. The two seem to be completely different, but are they really? When they finally meet they realize one thing: They're just what they needed. // book one of the strings series //

A collection of 1D Preferences :))))

I’m mute. Oh no, don’t get me wrong; I’m not mute because I CAN’T speak, I’m mute because I WON’T speak. I’m the girl that never talks. The girl you make fun of behind her back and in front of her… just because you’re sure that she will never answer back. I’m the girl that doesn’t fit into any group at school. I’m the girl that is ignored. At home just as well as at school. I have lots to say but am too scared to say it. I keep my head down and express my feeling through my Art, songs, violin and guitar. I write my thoughts on diaries that I keep locked away in a little case. I am Mute Girl. Also known as Patricia. _____________________________________________ Patricia's too afraid to say anything to anyone. Even talk in general. So when she meet cheeky boyband One Direction, she don't talk. But they witness her getting bullied and she is forced to open up to them. Just her 'bullying problem' at first. she doesn't in the start. When she does though, it eventually leads to them wanting to know more about her past. Like why she doesn't talk. But does she trust them enough to tell them? And what if three of them start to like her. Is it possible that her life could get more twisted and filled with hate? SEQUEL IS UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

A collection of preferences from Tumblr. Simple. Good. **some may contain sexual references which I will notify at the start of the preference*** none of these are mine!!! Read My other Fanfic: Baby Horan. Just check it out please Check out my new book: A Stranger in a Foreign Land

Different imagines and preferences of Harrrrry.

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...

"Our deal was 19." Harry whispers, brushing our noes in bit of a playful manner. His dimples deepening from either side as a fair giggle left my mouth. "I'm yours."

"You killed him with your bare hands" "But it was all an accident"

"When I get home, I get my purse and go up to the door. When I go up the steps, I trip clumsily and my hand presses against the door, causing it to swing side open. What the hell?! I always keep my door locked. I'm starting to get freaked out. I slowly but surely gain the courage to enter my house. Everything is dark. I dare to turn on the lamp, and what I see is just my normal house. Phew, I'm glad nothing happened. But, as soon as I'm relieve, I'm back to scared again because I heard a footstep. Behind me. As I slowly turn around, what I see is a man. He towers over me. Before I can scream, my face is covered, and everything goes black." "In each of us, two natures are at war - the good and the evil. All our lives the fight goes on between them, and one of them must conquer. But in our own hands lies the power to choose - what we want most to be we are." ― Robert Louis Stevenson