Final Installment in the Rules Series "Look at me!" I shout at Calum. Slowly, he lifts his eyes. "I have never been so disappointed in you than I am right now!" "Lily, please.." "No! Listen to me Calum Hood and listen well." I stormed towards him. "If you ever do something like that to me or our son ever again I wil...
❝This is wrong Harry,❞ I pant as he rips off my top, exposing my bra. I soon give into him as his arms lock on my waist, lifting me onto the kitchen counter. ❝Be quiet baby, we dont want to wake Louis up.❞ // Absolutely no translations or resposts. No exceptions. :) #1 19/10/16
Calum owns a tattoo parlor and an innocent girl comes in that catches his eye. ~~~~~ "You are biting your lip, what are you thinking?" I release my lip not even realizing that I was biting it. "My friend Riley said something..." I trail off "What did she say?" He questions his head resting back against the couch now...
"Sober? You are sober? No one goes sober to parties like these." The sentence left his lips as I caught myself staring at them. His eyes found mine for a second as I awkwardly looked away. ~ all rights to pizzaboyluke ~
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Quinn Adams has the definition of a perfect life for some. She lives in the most expensive house, she's rich, she's popular, and she can get any guy she chooses. Her life is described as neat, clean, and elegant. Her next door neighbor, Harry Styles is quite the opposite. His household is messy, loud, and disruptive...
PUNK meets PERFECT (Michael Clifford) ''He was working at the record shop , I would kiss him in the parking lot Tasting like cigarettes and soda pop He would tell me I was beautiful ,Sneaking in the neighbor's swimming pool Yeah, he taught me how to break the rules....'' - Brooklyn Rivera What happens with punk meets...
[COMPLETED] What would you do if your roommate was the person you hate the most? Amy now lives with her enemy. The one who broke her heart and she hated. The one and only, Harry Styles. © londonstars
"What's your name?" The boy with curly hair asks, kneeling down in front of me. I sit there, watching him carefully. His three friends stood behind him. I swallow, then hold up a piece of my blue hair. He looks at me confused. They all do. "Blue," the one with blue eyes suddenly says. I nod slowly and drop the hair...
