One Direction
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Intrepid » n.h. au by funkystyles
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[✓] ∥ "What do you fear most?" At my childish question, she smiles and looks down. In all honesty, I thought we were going to have to stay there all night, that she wouldn't find an answer until the sun comes out. But to my surprise, she looks back up at me within seconds, the smile I fell in love with no longer adorning her face. "Myself." **Warning: contains strong language, drug use and inexplicit sexual content. Copyright © 2014-2016 by funkystyles
He Drive's Me Crazy by marisao_o
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"Skinny dipping, are we?" I freeze in panic as a voice floats towards me. A male voice. I whip around in panic and sink further into the water. "Mind if I join you?" My breath hitches as he asks the question, already stripping of his clothes. Dropping his shirt next to my pile of clothes, his outline continues. "I...I-I do mind, actually." I finally say, turning away from him, focusing my gaze on the opposite shore. I try to steady my breathing into a constant pattern, rather than the short unnerving gasps I was previously using. "Too late..." the beautiful male voice whispers in my ear, directly behind me. All Elle has ever wanted is to meet One Direction. Specifically Louis Tomlinson. So what happens when Elle meets him? Will she be disappointed with the crazy boy she always idolized? Or will she find herself on a crazy adventure in the name of love? Then something happens and her entire world falls apart- can Elle start over without losing herself in the process?
Drama Class » l.t. au by funkystyles
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[✓] ∥ "Cloe." "Cloe?" "Yes, Cloe." "...As in Lorena Cloe?" "How many Cloes do we know?" The taller of the two college boys looked across the bar, at the brunette who was sitting at a table in the corner. She was drinking Coke and talking to her friend, which he recently realized is a routine of hers. He knew her well; from the hallways, as well as class. He knew she spent days with her head in a book, or talking to the same group of people. There was nothing really special about her, nor did she catch anyone's eye for longer than five seconds. It confused him how she seemed to like it that way. He also knew that she was not just hard to get, but nearly impossible to. For someone as confident as him, he doubted himself quite a bit when it came to her. Nevertheless, he turned to his friend, a relaxed and casual look on his face, making him seem almost bored. "Deal." - Watty Awards 2013 Winner - Copyright © 2013 by funkystyles