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goodnight kisses » h.s. by TypicalFangirlx
TypicalFangirlx
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[short story: ✔] ❝sometimes i wish you were awake when i do this❞ every night he'd put her to bed and kiss her lips, just wondering how it would feel if she returned them. | lowercase intended | ©2014 TypicalFangirlx all rights reserved cover by: vanja p.s. i wrote this a while back and i'm aware that it's a tad creepy #sorry
the diary of a bird// f.b. by babyangelh
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inside the personal diary of phillip e. byrd. you may have heard of him, he goes by the name flappy bird. here is his story. all rights reserved//wiinters ©
black » harry styles au by inkedmalik
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he always takes his coffee black. or in which harry suffers from social anxiety and admires the coffee house girl from a far. ©inkedmalik 2014
Lucid ➳ l.t. au by whatlovedoes
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❝How can I sleep if I don't have dreams, I just have nightmares?❞ London: the city that never sleeps but it was alright because neither did he
d.u.i » niall horan a.u (on hold atm) by tomlinvibes
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I guess you could say having your father be the head sheriff of the Los Angeles Police Department is one thing, but falling for one of his late-night pickups sitting in the back of his car, is the total opposite. © tomlinvibes 2014
Oblivious [stylinson au] by biolougy
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❝ Dear Louis, Why are you so oblivious? ❞ Harry was Louis' flat mate for a year and he liked Louis more than a friend should.
Times two by JohannaJojjoStyles
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"Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops, at all." -E. Dickinson © 2014, Sophie Diagon, All Rights Reserved