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~ Inside our minds hides a scary place ~ "You can't make fire feel afraid." He is the fire and she is the water, but he spreads too quickly for her for her to put him out. After a long night a work Danielle has to close, the same night London's most wanted criminal Harry Styles escapes prison. ~ He came out of no where, I didn't know what to do, and the cops were coming, so I let him come with me. And now we run, surviving together. ~ *All Rights Reserved. This story was an original idea. ©2013 aussie_craic. Thanks for reading, don't be afraid to share, and I love you all.* **Will include mature content. One Direction never existed in this.**

Adulterate- verb; to corrupt, or make make worse by the addition of something lesser. Harley is adulterated by Liam the second he came into her life. "With Lightning, comes thunder." represents their relationship; always together, promising to be together forever. Their sick and twisted way of love was unexpected. At first it was a one night thing, but it turned into something much more than they had expected. Their relationship based off of sex, drugs, money, and each other. Though it was like mixing fire and gasoline, they were perfect for each other. One mistake at a stupid party would change their lives forever. *All Rights Reserved. This story was an original idea. ©2014 aussie_craic. Thanks for reading, don't be afraid to share, and I love you all.* **Will include mature content. One Direction never existed in this.**

"You never know how strong you can be until strong is all you have left." ~ All my life I've been tormented by the same group of guys. The guys everyone knows but doesn't dare to go near, the guys that always found trouble, the ones that lived some messed up double life. The things they did to people was considered insane in other places, here, it was normal. They prayed on girls, beat up guys, made deals and sold things like they were trained by the Mafia themselves. Luke Brooks was the main offender, the leader of whatever they had, call them a gang if you will. I'll admit he was attractive, but I'd basically be like any drunk girl throwing myself at him. The more time we're forced to spend together, the more he intrigues me, and the more I want to know. Only I had no idea what I'd be getting myself into, and be doing something I promised myself I'd never do. I was giving into my childhood bully, and at this point I didn't know if it was a good or a bad thing anymore. *All Rights Reserved. This story was an original idea. ©2013 aussie_craic. Thanks for reading, don't be afraid to share, and I love you all.* **Will include mature content. The Janoskians (youtube part) never existed in this.**

When we're born, we have a certain encryption permanently incisioned into the back of our necks. One other person in the world has the same tattoo and number as you, and that's the person you can be with, whether it's happily or against your own will. No men are placed with men, no women with women, just traditional man to woman relationships. The tattoos work like bar codes, and when you find your match, then you get 'checked out'. When you're around your match, people say you can get the chills so bad your body shakes. I've never experienced it, and only few people I know have their match. But something I know is true is that when you find your match, the codes send burning sensations through your body every once in a while. You never know who it is, until they notice their tattoo on you. When you make any kind of contact, the real chills kick in, and when you kiss or sexually interact, tiny shocks avert from it. I have yet to find my match, and when I do, he's far from the fairy tale I expected. *All Rights Reserved. This story was an original idea. ©2013 aussie_craic. Thanks for reading, don't be afraid to share, and I love you all.* **Will include mature content. One Direction never existed in this.**

They say of you feel guilty about something, it means something to you. But what if no matter how much you hate that something, and do all you can to try to forget it, and try to not feel anything, it keeps coming back? Violet thought she knew the difference between love and hate, the fine line between the two, it wasn't long until she realized she didn't have the slightest clue. Harry Styles was the rudest, worst, most conceited person I'd ever met, and I had finally gotten away from him. After my parents split, I moved with my mother, meaning a new school, new district, new friends, new life. My new group of friends were just like me, and my life was how I wanted it to be. But unfortunately, good things don't stay. ~ Small Part ~ * I walk down the road to Kelsey's to find the girls already there and waiting. We finished getting ready and drove to the house where one of the biggest parties was going to be held. As soon as I walked through the door, the smell of alcohol entered my lungs, the slight drift of Marijuana in the distance. I headed straight for the drinks table, pouring myself a shot glass full of Get Kraken' and mixing it with Coke soda. I turned around to look for my friends, having no luck seeing them. Checking one more time I lock eyes with him. His eyes already burning through me, smirk forming on his face, especially when he sees me staring back. My body freezes and I can't move as he makes his way towards me, forcefully shoving people out of his way. He walks and stands right in front of me, pressing his body against mine and pulling me into him, holding me tightly. "Let's pick up where we left off." * *All Rights Reserved. This story was an original idea. ©2013 aussie_craic. Thanks for reading, don't be afraid to share, and I love you all.* **Will include mature content. One Direction never existed in this.**

~ "Oh no, I can't fight it. Even when I hate it I still wanna like it." ~ "Life isn't about wishing you had taken a chance and regretting you didn't, life is about taking it and even if it doesn't end as well as you had hoped, you took the risk and that's what counts. That risk sums up everything when I'm with you, and I don't regret it one bit." Peyton was the school outcast, Luke the punk, and Ryan the jock. One night brings them together in a twisted way, and everything and anything is thrown at them in the middle of it all. It's a simple choice isn't it? The punk with a secret, or the jock with a mission? >>Trailer on side<< ******If you are easily offended please do not read this story. Strong language and sexual references/scenes are in some chapters.****** ******And also, please be mindful of comments. I don't mind cursing but please don't post too many bad words, I don't want this flagged.****** *All Rights Reserved. This story was an original idea. ©2013 aussie_craic. Thanks for reading, don't be afraid to share, and I love you all.* **Will include mature content. 5 Seconds of Summer never existed in this.**

Lexi; the good girl with the social life anyone could wish for, Louis and his gang were some of the worst people you could meet, let alone get mixed up with. It's just her luck that Lexi catches the gang leaders eye, and he will go through everything the make her his. *Small part* ~ I woke up in a room I didn't know, hoping for my life that nothing had happened. The next thing I know the door bursts open and Louis walks over fuming. "What the hell is this?!" He yells. "I-I don't know, I was drunk." "No shit." He spits. It was all a blur But I felt the bed sink. Louis was punching to guy next to me. The guy wakes up and another punch is thrown. "Who the hell do you think you are?! Taking advantage of a drunk girl like that?! You got a lot of nerve messing with my girl!" He says throwing a punch He didn't notice he hit me in the face. I had never seen this side of Louis before, I knew he had a bad temper, but not this bad. It scared me. "Louis! Louis stop!" He turned his head, seeing me holding my cheek. He picks me up and carries me to his car, strapping me in. He runs around to his side and takes me home. "Sorry." He says. I don't answer, but I try to open my door, locked. He sighs, and unlocks it. I can feel his eyes watch me up the driveway. I hear him run up behind me to my front steps. He follows me upstairs. I lay down in bed and feel the mattress sink next to me. His arms carefully snake around my waist before he softly kisses my hair. "I'm sorry I hit you, and I'm sorry I lost it. Just," He stops, sucking in a breath. "Please. Don't give up on me, yet." He asks, dropping off at the yet. "Who said I was giving up?" I ask turning towards him. All he did was flash a weak smile, but that was all it took. I was falling for him. ~ *All Rights Reserved. This story was an original idea. ©2013 aussie_craic. Thanks for reading, don't be afraid to share, and I love you all.* **Will include mature content. One Direction never existed in this.**