{COMPLETE} The lovely architecture and notoriously posh people of Bath are helpful distractions from the thousands of secrets slipping whispered into ears and written on notes. Everyone has a secret, and some have more than others... If anyone knows about keeping secrets, it would be Liam, Niall, Harry, Zayn and Louis; they've been keeping big secrets since the summer between years seven and eight, when their best friend Lars, an older and popular lad that played rugby, disappeared. They thought they had their secrets under wraps... until they begin getting notes and messages from "King," a certain secret someone who seems to know all their secrets; the big ones, the small ones and everything in between, long buried ones that only Lars knew. Now their secrets don't seem so secret... And the safety of keeping secrets? Well, it doesn't seem that safe anymore. **WARNING: bullying, homosexuality, eating disorders, and the like are included. Read at your own risk!**

[✓] ∥ "You really don't remember anything?" He asked. "Not a thing," I lied. Copyright © 2014-2017 by funkystyles

[✓] ∥ "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

In which a fan introduces Ashton Irwin to the world of fanfiction. © 2014 webby | bonnaroo

My heart pounded as I rushed down the hall. My brother finally did it, he finally lost it. I heard shots fire in the cafeteria, I flinched. This isn’t happening, I told myself. I heard someone’s heavy breathing from behind a shelf that stuck out of the wall. “Come on ash we have to go!” I said clamping onto the blonde boy’s hand. I pulled him up and dragged him along. “ALEEAH!” A voice boomed. No, no, no, this isn’t happening. I turned to face my brother whose hand held a jet black gun, his arms raised, gun pointing at me, ready to fire. The gun sounded.

When Eleanor Calder goes on holiday with her family and her friend, Danielle Peazer to Budapest and meets someone unexpected. Eleanor and Dani are in the same hotel as Louis Tomlinson. Eleanor and Louis happen to fall for each other but know it won't work out...Has this ruined both of their holidays?

{book 4} - ❝ All women are the same. One day they say they love you, that they are gonna be with you forever; the next they meet someone else, someone who can be with them when they need it, someone who shares their world. And then they tell you “but we can still be friends.” Yeah, you know what I think of that? Fuck you. That’s what I think. ❞

"long story short, i hated calum hood." (cover by elle)