"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

this is in no shape or form my work, I'm just simply putting it onto wattpad for you to read. all credit goes to; Hannah/ han-rawr disclaimer, this contains sexual scenes, and some swearing cover is by myself

Erin Collins is just an average 18 year old from Wisconsin. She spends the summer in Ireland with the intention of learning more about her family history, but while she's there she encounters something far more interesting: One Direction.

Scarlett is abused. Abused by the only person she has left. She turns to music to help her enjoy life. But when her father disapproves of her passion, she leaves. Only to run into Niall Horan. Scarlett has never heard of One Direction. So when Niall takes care of her, her entire life turns upside down. Writing songs for One Direction is never easy. Especially when your psycho maniac of a father is after you. ((This story was written and completed in 2013)) TW:: I wrote this story years ago when I was going through my depression so this entire fic is filled with triggers. You have been warned.

"It's time to start something new and trust the magic of beginnings."

What would you do if you were poor - like, nearly-living-on-the-streets kind of poor,- and you somehow end up stuck at the London shopping center with none other than a famous boyband during one of England's biggest recorded snow storms? Problem is, you've never heard of these boys before, ever, and you don't really want anything to do with them. Having enough to deal with back at home with only a alcoholic mother and two three-year old siblings is enough. But when one bandmember falls for you and offers you the unexpectable, how can you refuse? -hey follow me on twitter @miniturdx- new account as of august 2015! i'll be more active on twitter than this account :)

He's found her. She's alive. But will their relationship turn out to be how they expected? Or will certain people get in the way? Maybe past troubles catch up to her. Possibly ex's running back to him. Will they stay together? You never know with Scarlett. ((This story was written and completed in 2014)) TW:: I wrote this story years ago when I was going through my depression so this entire fic is filled with triggers. You have been warned.

12 April 1934, The Horan family was found brutally murdered in their house. Wife and husband had been gagged and maimed before being shot in the head. Their 17-year old son, Niall Horan, was found in his bedroom's closet. He had been gagged and maimed too, but far worse than his parents. A horrendous smile was cut on his face, his eyes burned away. The murderer was never found. 80 years later, 18-year old Zayn Malik has just moved into the little cottage he bought. It literally is his dream house, in the middle of the countryside, close to the woods. Now he can finally relax on his own, away from his parents and the city... Or so he thought. Not long after he moved to his new house, Zayn starts noticing weird things. He starts seeing unnatural things, nightmares afflict his dreams every night and, what is the tale of the boy, murdered in his very house? Warning: lots of blood. It's boyxboy! Please don't read if you don't like it. This is a work of fiction, so before you send hate, remember 'you can never lie in fiction' Cover made by PartOfMyHeart