3 Identical Boys...Triplets The "Styles" Triplets All 3 look so similar to one another but, they're all different in their own way. Marcel is the goody goody. Gets straight A's wears funky glasses and isn't the best with the ladies. Edward. The punk, the rocker & the bad one. He isn't the nicest person you'll meet. He's inked all over and a carefree guy. Does what he wants when he wants. And lastly..Harry. The sweetheart, the gentleman & the ladies man. The popular kid in school who everyone admires. The life of any party. All 3 of these boys are so different from each other for looking so much alike. But they do have ONE thing in common. They all like the same girl...... © COPYRIGHT @IWLWWY_Fanfics 2013 ♡

jenna mayer meets harry styles. but then there's zayn. and then there's only harry. © 2013 casiestylez

Maya and Harry were the couple of the moment. Harry was at the peak of his career along with his band One Direction. Maya was envied by millions of girls. The problem? Oh yes. Harry wasn't who he appeared to be. Behind the cameras and the flashes, he was someone possessive, protective, dangerous. Maya couldn't longer fool any longer. She was tired of having to deal with him. He doesn't let her dress like she wanted. He doesn't let her talk to guys. He doesn't let her do anything. She was tired. She had to do something if she don't wanted everything went worse. But the real problem of Maya was Harry. He didn't want to change.

My name's Marcel. Nerd. Poet. Teenage Loser. You think you know the real me, but you don't. I wish you could see the true me, but no one has cared enough to. Until she came. All rights go to _smilelikeniall (myself). Everything is written by me. No copyright intended. Please do not claim my words and/ or ideas as yours. Do not repost my words without giving me credit. Thank you.

I'm not psycho, I just like psychotic things.

“There are three types of people,” he murmurs while gazing at her. “Those who come face to face with death unintentionally, ones who don’t have any control over it, and ones that greet it with open arms blatantly, which is you, darling. And it’s a pity,” He crouches down in front of her and his filthy hands rest on her knees. “I’ll give you two options to choose from,” he says before faintly smiling. “You can either be the one to die or you can be the one to kill.”