I just feel alone, and it's not that i need someone, actually not someone certain someone who would give me the love that I crave. In which the boy needs to be loved, needs not to feel blue. 2017™

❝ if you're watching this, then i'm already dead.❞ story edited by @redbren all rights reserved. copyright © 2014 | Eva

Harry Styles isn't my father, he's my stepfather. Well ex-stepfather. My mother married him when I was 18, she was 36 and he was 20. Totally gross right? Little did I know that she was already knocked up when they got married. They were a happy little family while I was living with my ACTUAL father and going to college. Two years later, my mother left Harry for a man even younger then him and took him to the cleaners. She got full custody, child support and spousal support to pay the way of her and her new boy toy while Harry had to give her his house and move into a small apartment. It's been three years since the divorce my mother wants me to come back for her wedding, the wedding Harry paid for. I felt terrible for Harry but I was too ashamed of my own mother to reach out. But now she's left me no choice because he's the only one that can help me. Will he even answer the phone? I haven't talked to him in almost four years, I don't know what state he's in having his son ripped from him or all of his hard earned money taken away. All I know is that I'm at his doorstep and he's about to get the surprise of his life. ______________ ⚠️ Will contain an assload of foul language as well as sexual content. While some names may be real this is an alternative reality based story that is 100% mine.

"But mom, I don't want to have to live with another guy!" I yelled in frustration. "Your brother wants to do this, and we have enough space and money, so you're going to deal with it or find somewhere else to stay!" Her face was bright with anger as she yelled right back. "Maybe I will!" I screamed as I stormed up to my room, pulling out my phone as I went. "Don't you walk away from me young lad-" Music drowned out the rest of her words. I slammed my door and threw myself onto the giant beanbag chair in the corner, burying my face in the plush material. I've seen pictures of this boy coming to live here. He's gorgeous, with golden hair, a jawline that could grate cheese, and smoldering, frosty blue eyes. He looked like a typical Aussie, lean and beautiful. But this boy wasn't all sunshine and surfing. Tattoos laced his arms, his neck, his sides. He had piercings, giving him a rugged look. This boy was bad news, he's a heart breaker. A bad boy. And his name is Luke Hemmings.

"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.

A girl once told me to be careful when trying to fix a broken person, for you may cut yourself on their shattered pieces.

~12:03 am~ To: "sex god" Mikey i wish we could meet. ~12:07 am~ From: "sex god" Mikey one day, we will. Sequel: Connected

She was a curvy hairdresser. He was a famous drummer. Copyright 2016 -All rights reserved to ashley (niallersdiamond_) cover by @leaving_forever

"Is it some huge secret? I know I'm a reject," I shrugged as I said the words and turned to walk away. Kara Jennings had always stood out among her class. So it was no new thing to her when she moved to Australia. People gave her weird stares and shoved her into lockers for being the "new girl," but Kara was used to it. However, she wasn't used to having attractive popular boys pay any attention to her. But Luke Hemmings was paying very close attention indeed. And she didn't know how to talk to a boy, much less him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *Completed*

aesthetics I recommended reading this with a black background. :)