Anastasia. A world famous celebrity with more talents than you have fingers and toes; and one of them just so happens to be heartbreaking. No matter how deep of knowledge a boy knows of her history of heart break, no matter how far from being in their favor the odds are, they think they're somehow different, that they can change her ways - up until, once again, the girl is the player. But Harry? He wants nothing to do with her.

they thought that all their troubles were washed away when they fell in love. they were wrong. [sequel to the train. lowercase intended for summary.] ♡ © Leticia Walsh 2013

the boys get stuck on a train and niall and harry have to share a room together. that would be fine if harry wasn't crushing on niall and niall wasn't such a tease. // in the process of being edited by @IngridJames. // 1D bromance awards (Leprechaun 2013) - 1st place & best cover.

[✓] (Drama Class sequel) ∥ What are the chances of meeting your former lover after two years? Not that small, in fact. But what if you have to share the same workplace as them? Copyright © 2013-2014 by funkystyles

[✓] ∥ It all happened in a split second. One moment I was on his back, and the next one I was lying on the ground, watching the man who would be responsible for my possible disabilities run away. The woman was sitting and had her back against a near-by wall, and from what I could see, her eyes were wide and she was shaking. I would be too, if I wasn't paralyzed. Literally. A few hours later, well, just about 20 seconds in reality, she slowly stood up and observed me with horror in her eyes for a few moments. I looked back at her, seeing as that was the only thing I could do to let her know I was still alive. "Dear lord, child, what have you done?" She whispered, looking down at me. "I need..." I could barely choke the words out. "I need you to call the ambulance." Copyright © 2014 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