"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

Aubree White. A stupid girl with the same stupid parents, will she fall for that one boy that would make her future exactly the same as her parents, will she make there mistakes. She may and then finds that the boy has had horrible secrets hidden from her the whole time.

"Beatrice, you sit in row 3, seat one, and Harry you will be row 3, seat two." Little did I know that those words would change my life forever. [DO . NOT . READ . THIS . BOOK .]

"I remember the first time you held my hand. I don't know if it was because of the cold or the fact that I loved you, but fuck, I felt the world rush through my veins. Just know that I love you, I love you with all of my fucked up, piece of shit heart." *** due to mature content, some of the parts are private, which means you need to follow me, so you can read those. I mark them with a * just so you know! Anyway, enjoy! *** i'm sorry I never finished this story but i had no creativity anymore and depression fucked me up so just feel like the last chapter is the end!! i'm so sorry

su·per·vise ˈso͞opərˌvīz/ verb keep watch over (someone) in the interest of their or others' security. synonyms: watch, oversee, keep an eye on, observe, monitor, mind; invigilate Warning: this short story contains violence, substance abuse, emotional and physical abuse, colorful language, and sexual contact that may be triggering to some readers. Read at your own risk. Copyright © xxJadeStylesxx All Rights Reserved 2014

*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

You can call me a Jesus freak. The goody-two-shoes. The innocent little school girl. I'm entirely okay with it, because it's who I am; who I've always been. Until a certain boy decides to change that. And that boy is Harry Styles.

Irresistible Ir•re•sist•I•able adjective: too attractive and tempting to be resisted.

What happens when Payton tries to fit in with her room mates by going out. Payton soon finds herself in a situation with one of Las Vegas gangs. She's soon picked by the Harry styles forcing her to do whatever he pleases.

“There are three types of people,” he murmurs while gazing at her. “Those who come face to face with death unintentionally, ones who don’t have any control over it, and ones that greet it with open arms blatantly, which is you, darling. And it’s a pity,” He crouches down in front of her and his filthy hands rest on her knees. “I’ll give you two options to choose from,” he says before faintly smiling. “You can either be the one to die or you can be the one to kill.”