❞ Words hurt. Words break you, leave you in pieces. They hurt like a thousand knives. ❞ Harry Styles is an unhappy person, he is the victim of bullying at school. Being called names or beat up is a part of his daily life and he believes everything he is told. All the words haunt him every day and he is broken. Harry pushes everyone away and he has problems letting anyone in. But what happens when someone moves into the house that was across the treet, including a teenage boy that caught Harry's attention from the second he saw him? Will he be the one who finally hears Harry's screams for help, or will he be yet another person that breaks Harry? » trigger warnings concerning self-harm and suicidal thoughts. » currently being edited.

All Susie wanted to do was be helpful. That one favor changed her life forever. (Please give it a try. The first part is a little rough but it gets better)

Have you ever regretted something you’ve done so much that it physically hurts? I have. It’s like a constant ache in my chest. Have you ever had someone in your life that it so special to you that you think your chest might just burst open when you see them? I have… And I messed it up. I, Harry Styles, had to go and wreck it. Harry Styles had everything. He had a loving family, a good job and an amazing boyfriend, Louis. But he met someone who was slightly too edgy and dangerous to cope with, someone who gave him the easy route to 'fit in'. He got caught in a trap he didn’t like, but didn’t stop in time to escape. He let his one and only fall out of the love that filled every space of Harry's being. After three years in prison, can Harry fix all the torn edges he left when he went away? Or is it too late… DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone in this story, it is purely fiction.

In this life, crazy things can happen. Coicindental things. A person can randomly decide to visit the super market and bump into an old friend. Maybe you stop to tie your shoe and find a small amount of money. Simple things. Some call them accidents, some call them miracles. But when school idol Louis Tomlinson found shy and bullied Harry Styles' number in a textbook, what it led to was far from ordinary.

*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

Louis Tomlinson isn't your averaged 19-year old boy. He hears voices. He talks to himself. He is trapped in his own little word. Soon, the voices start telling him to do bad things. Just burn your hand, it won't hurt. Just slit your wrists, don't you like blood? Maybe you should take a few extra pills. The voices were now screaming at him, commanding him to do all the horrid things. After he listens to them, and cuts a deep gash into his arms, his parents put him into Medical Meadow Institute. There, he meets Harold Edward Styles. He was suffering from Severe Multiple-Personality-Disorder. These multiple personalities all feel differently about Louis, but all Louis wants is for Harry to be happy. And maybe, just maybe, they can start it all over again.

[CHASING THE MOMENTS SEQUEL] I left for a reason and I wasn't going to drag myself back into it. Growing a pair of balls, I took a deep breath and cleared my throat once more. "I came here to get a few things." I said, my voice sounding weak to my ears but, strong enough to convince Louis I really wasn't here for him―or was I? Snap out of it Harry, no; you are not. I knew if Louis was going to try and say something I might just break down right here and right now and bring him back with warm and opening arms, sinking myself back into this mess that I am trying to make sense of. I broke promises, I destroyed his trust in me and it's my entire fault. He didn't say anything, still standing there, frozen. Swallowing, I started walking past him until he slammed his hand flat on my chest; stopping me from walking any further. I slightly looked down, meeting his gaze, and holding my lips in a tight line. Louis shook his head, blinking rapidly. "That's all?" He croaked out. CHASING HARRY. checked marked as completed, July 10th, 2013

Yes, I lost my father and he was the best man in the whole world. Yes, I have a stepmother who is a witch and whom I hate most passionately. Yes, I have two stepsisters that are a pain in my arse and who lost their brains when they were little. Yes, my life is like a cliché from a bloody fairy tale, but you know what is missing? The fucking Prince Charming! And where is he? Nowhere to be found! Probably he's dancing in his palace with a stupid and empty-headed Barbie. Arsehole. Who needs him, anyways? Certainly, not me. I'm almost Cinderella, but you can call me Ella. BOOK #1 in the Aware Princess Series flower: Gladiolus, t symbolises "Strength of character, honour, conviction."

{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. ❞