"You can call me daddy." "You cannot be fucking serious." __________ "This is a weird part of the internet, I don't like this place." - Michael Clifford, 2020.

❝Every time I ran, I ran to you. I meant it every time I said I loved you.❞

❝get out of my life after the tour!❞ ❝we were never going to work anyways.❞

Luke Hemmings is dared to leave a note in a girl's locker, claiming that he is her "secret admirer." He isn't supposed to fall in love, but love can conquer anything sometimes.

"So you're the lucky girl who landed on the 6463 locker" Michael says with a naughty smile "That's the most desirable locker in the entire school" "Is that so?" I lick my thin lips "Hell yeah baby" he smiles bumping his shoulder against mine "Congratulations, now you belong to Luke Hemmings"

I close my eyes every night and run our story again and again. I imagine us meeting in a different situation every time, I put more words in our mouth, trying to give us a happy ending. Maybe if I wasn't this complicated and you this stubborn e would've worked. Maybe if we tried harder or the aching pain in our chest wasn't devouring our every limb. Now it doesn't matter. The lies ended it all.

she kissed him at 11:59 and didn't let go until 12:01 so she could have a perfect end and a perfect beginning.

"So I heard you're into drummers." copyright || thisisall4you translated into Italian by @xImIntoDrummersx completed 24.05.17

"Sorry, I'm really sorry," I said, looking up to the tall, muscular guy that stood infront of me. He was the "popular" guy in my year - he made me nervous. "You fucking will be," he threatened with dark eyes and a harsh voice, making me take a step back and look away, holding my books tightly to my body. He started laughing, and with that I turned around and began to walk away, before suddenly he grabbed my upper arm and pulled me back to him almost making me fall to the ground. "I was only joking, babe," he said softly, walking forwards slowly until my back touched the wall behind me. "Get the fuck off of me Luke, I-I need to g-get to class," I said to him, stumbling on my words slightly. "And I'm not your 'babe'." [COMPLETED]

"I fucking hate you, Calum." "Well I love you, Maci." 2 best friends; 1 feeling © laughinglikenialler 2016