Sandra seemed to have it all: the perfect boyfriend, worry-free life, et cetera. But everything crumbles apart when Luke breaks up with her for a reason that he refuses to share with anyone. Can she handle the truth behind Luke's decision as old friends and new faces help her get back up? Or will it just urge her to build thicker walls around her heart? After all this time, she's still into him. © southavenue (previously hukelemmings) 2014

What would you do if your best friend committed suicide? What would you do if there was no way that you could help them? All there is left, is 199 letters. The only thing they left behind for you. © 2014, Ashley (larrystyIinson), All rights reserved

After the tragic loss of her parents, Leila Karim abandons her life in Bradford and sets her sights on London. Struggling to make ends meet, Leila is introduced to the world of stripping and soon finds herself working the pole at an illustrious burlesque club called ‘Victory’. Stripping under the stage name Bambi, Leila is thriving until she finds ex-best friend turned pop superstar Zayn Malik in the audience of her strip club watching her undress –four years after the declaration of her love ended their friendship. Cue sultry strip routines, scathing tabloid articles, and childhood love. Will Leila find herself falling for Zayn all over again, or will the driving force that is Harry Styles, win her heart instead? “I am Leila by day and Bambi by night. Although I must admit, being Bambi is so much more fun.” © 2014 windthroughtrees

*y'all DON'T READ THIS. i wrote this at thirteen. you've been warned.* "Harry, it's been rumored that if you have a daughter you would name her Darcy. Any particular reason why?" The interviewer asked. I gulped and glanced down at my feet, not wanting to talk about the girl that I had lost. "Um, yeah, actually." I admitted. "I used to be friends with a girl named Darcy... but she was kidnapped and never found again. I think that I'd like to name my daughter Darcy in her memory." My heart started to ache as I remembered Darcy Monroe and knew that I would never see her again. Or so I thought. © Copyright 2013. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact _HakunaMatata_ on Wattpad.com

"I fucking love you."

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

DISCLAIMER: This story was written in late 2012. I wrote Strings Attached as an adolescent with no idea how a healthy, adult relationship should function. This story is dark and twisted in a way that my teen mind couldn't comprehend at the time. There are more than a few scenes in this book with sensitive content. I--in no way--support rape culture and I do not condone my character's actions. However, as I said, this story was written in an ignorant state of mind. I will not remove this story from Wattpad. It is part of my past and though I am disappointed with the content, it shows how far I've come not just as an author but as a free-thinking adult. Thank you for reading. **Excerpt** "Say... it," She gasped, throwing her head back, cupping my face in her hands so that I was forced to meet her gaze. "You're mine." She held my gaze for a second more, before crushing her lips against my own, arms wrapping tight around my neck, pulling me down to her level. Arms sliding easily around her, she wrapped her legs around me as I lifted her up, lips traveling over her chest and collarbone. She moaned as my hands dug into her tender flesh, pulling on it, their violence a stark contrast to the gentle kisses teasing their way up her neck. Bright lines marked the paths that my nails had etched into her skin, marking her, beautiful red tattoos, spreading out over her entire body. Her small hands knotted in my hair, pulling harder and harder as she fought the urge to cry out...

What is your biggest fear? The Ocean? Planes? Sharks? Three friends have to go through it all together. And guess who is by their side? One Direction.

a 19 year old girl who just moved to Texas to start collage and finds out her close friend Has a brother named Jc. As soon as she meets him she can't stop thinking about him. But even if they ended up together.. Could they stay? Will age separate them? or something else? And will anybody agree with the decision? (NOT your average JC fanfic:)

17 year old Jessamine Taylor has just recently moved to California after her parents both get job promotions. She's very excited to be moving to a new state. The only thing that catches her off guard is one of Hamminton High School's bad boys, Harry Styles. Something is different about this boy, and she wants to find out.