Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. WARNING: all rights go to velvetoscar on ao3 Cover made by: whatkooloser

they promised to take a break from each other for only a month...but a month turned out to be way longer than they expected. will shawns past bring them closer or rip them apart? (COMPLETED) © Handwritten1998 2017.

I was dodging past people. I was heading out. I was almost at the desk. I was almost out the door. I ran into someone. Some girl ran into me. "Sorry." He mumbled. "Shawn." She breathed.

He was so fragile, like the flowers his mother used to plant in his back garden, the ones cherry red that wilted too fast. Shawn was the cherry red flower, it was when he laid in my lap, our fingers intertwined and my arms around him, that I knew he would wilt too fast. © weepies. All rights reserved. [[TRIGGER WARNING]]

Not all love stories end with a happy ending