I fell in love with a boy who had millions of hearts at his disposal. He chose the broken, bruised and stitched up heart I called my own. He tried his best to mend all my broken parts together, to hug me so tight all my broken parts came together again. But with all the love he could give, and all the drugs I took to numb the pain, it still wasn't enough.

The biggest boyband in the world has a secret, and no, its not that Harry owns a pair of boxers with Zayn's face on it and it's definitely not Louis' scrap booking hobby. No - it's fan fiction. The biggest boyband in the world reads fan fiction about themselves. Follow their journey through rap battles, funny jokes, wild chases, and maybe a fanfic or two. (Or three.) (Or hundreds.) [Highest ranking Fan Fiction #5]

~You can't repair shattered glass~ I started a journal of everything you'll never know. It's about me, it's about you… It's about us. Currently, I live in the same small town, doing the same things as I've always done, waiting for you to come back like you promised. It's hard to be angry at you for forgetting though. After all, I could never be angry with you about anything. I guess, in a way, this story is for you. I hope you never read it, but maybe I'll finally have the chance to say everything I've kept inside, like I love you… or goodbye. ©FireWithin13 All Rights Reserved

[SCATTERED UPDATING] I used to say trouble found me. I might not have joked so lightly had I known that, one day, She really would. ==== *She was a highly trained killer, wanted for certain information. *He was one of the biggest international sensations, craving adventure. *They were a most unlikely team, brought together by a strange connection and a love of fast cars. ©FireWithin13 All Rights Reserved

“Excuse me!” a woman called from behind us, and we all jumped out of the way as a nurse pushed another bed through the double doors. I caught a glimpse of bright red curls. “That was the donor,” Harry mumbled, “We were so lucky she heard on the radio that Liam needed a kidney donor. She didn’t even know if she would have the right kidney, but she came and got tested anyway. It was a perfect match.” “It was a miracle that we found someone so quickly,” Zayn told me as we made our way back to Liam’s room. “Yeah, she saved his life,” Niall murmured as we all sat back down in the chairs. “She deserves a thank you,” I said, more to myself than to the boys. “Well babe, she said the only way she’d donate her kidney is if we payed her $10,000 for it. I think that’s a good enough thank you,” Harry replied, putting his arm around my shoulders. “What?” I practically shouted, “She’s making y’all pay $10,000 to save Liam’s life?” Harry nodded, chuckling, “Yep.” “Who is this girl?” “I don’t know, she wouldn’t tell us her name.” “Couldn’t you get a family member to dona-” “We didn’t have time. We’re all the way in Florida. His parents and sisters would have had to jump on an eight hour flight, drive here, and then get tested to see if they had the right match. It would have taken too long. This girl’s our only hope,” Harry explained, playing with a piece of my hair. “Besides, $10,000 is nothing if it’s going to save Liam’s life,” Niall said, stretching out his legs and leaning his head back in the chair. He yawned and closed his eyes. “You’re right Niall. If it’s going to save Liam, then pay that freakin’ girl $10,000.”

Mess with the best, die like the rest.

She, trapped in an abusive relationship. He, desperate to save her. She, blinded by a sick kind of love. He, dying to take her away from all the pain. She, who's got to believe she deserves that life. He, who only wants her to be happy.

[✓] ∥ It all happened in a split second. One moment I was on his back, and the next one I was lying on the ground, watching the man who would be responsible for my possible disabilities run away. The woman was sitting and had her back against a near-by wall, and from what I could see, her eyes were wide and she was shaking. I would be too, if I wasn't paralyzed. Literally. A few hours later, well, just about 20 seconds in reality, she slowly stood up and observed me with horror in her eyes for a few moments. I looked back at her, seeing as that was the only thing I could do to let her know I was still alive. "Dear lord, child, what have you done?" She whispered, looking down at me. "I need..." I could barely choke the words out. "I need you to call the ambulance." Copyright © 2014 by funkystyles