"I think that skirt would look really pretty on you." "I-It isn't for me..." "Are you sure? Forgive me; the pink Vans and daisy flower crown misguided my judgment." All Rights Reserved.© WriteDrunk 2014. Completed.

Michael is looking for a new start and a way to manage his anger issues when he moves back to Sydney, leaving his mum behind, and moves in with his former best friend, Ashton. Unfortunately, Michael finds that starting over is much more difficult than he expects; Michael doesn't expect that there'd be a boy so timid Michael can't even raise his voice around him, and Michael certainly doesn't expect to care. But he does care, and if Michael doesn't learn to control his anger soon, Luke Hemmings might slip away--and Michael can't let that happen. Highest rank: Fanfiction #19

Ehmmm.. toto vlastne ani nemá obsah :D Keď som tento príbeh začala písať, nevedela som o čom bude.. A je to aj môj prvý príbeh.. Čiže podla mňa nie je moc dobrý, ale niekomu sa môže páčiť ^^

Ashton is okay right now. He's always like this after a bad bout. He starts off saying that the world is his oyster and he loves everyone, but when the energy and fresh success fades, so does he. Luke knows. He knows about all of Ashton's problems. He knows about the time Ashton was bullied nearly to the brink, the family deaths and friend losses, and the ups and downs, the latter of which seem to be more common lately. It's been so easy lately for Ashton to slip after a joke gone wrong, or a jab on Twitter. Ashton always says he's sorry, repeating it again and again if only to convince himself. Luke knows he's sorry, knows that he can't help it. And he'll sit by the bathtub for hours, holding Ashton, to make sure that he knows someone loves him. None of the other boys know. Ashton couldn't bring himself to tell them and face their disapproving stares too, and he wouldn't let Luke tell them, so he's stuck in this half state of secrecy and confession to Luke. Ashton hasn't gone too far yet, not far enough that Luke can't patch him up with gauze, antibiotics, and a long hug. But someday, someday, Luke knows Ashton won't be able to take it anymore, and Ashton will die. And Luke will be all alone.

Ashton Irwin; 15 years old, depressed, has social anxiety, quiet, alone, broken, Unhappy. Luke Hemmings; 17 years old, outgoing, popular, punk, funny, but Unhappy.

Nobody ever gives a shit about the drummer. ---- Cover made by: @ashton__tho | Started 10/4/2014, Finished 5/4/2015 | ©Copyright 2015 to Brianna (1D_HarryStyles_1D)

he was the happiest person i knew key word: was (this was originally called razors )

Luke and Ashton used to be best friends. They were inseparable. High school came and they faded apart. Two weeks into their freshman year, they stopped taking altogether. Yet every single night, they texted each other "goodnight." What happens when Ashton just can't handle it anymore? warnings: swearing, depression, suicidal thoughts/actions, self-harm.

Kde je Luke fuckboy, ktorý píše štetkám o 11:12, aby splnil ich želania. Story copyright @lashtonbros Translate copyright @Sysa__ #44 IN FANFICTION

,,Odíď, prosím..." zavzlykala som tentoraz trochu hlasnejšie a svoje nohy som si ku sebe pritiahla ešte viac. ,,Nemôžem! Nikdy ťa neopustím, pamätáš?" povedal a mne sa v hlave ihneď vynorila tá krásna spomienka, ale aj napriek môjmu menšiemu zasneniu sa som si všimla, ako sa ku mne priblížil dvoma malými krokmi. ,,Musíš odísť, nejde to." zopakovala som a snažila sa neznieť roztrasene, s lámucím sa hlasom, ale nedarilo sa mi to, svoje srdce neoklamem, a to mi hovorí, aby zostal. Ale nemohol, nie teraz, nie v tejto chvíli, nie keď som zranená...