In which a boy in a band with piercings and a bad ass reputation which he doesn't like meets a girl who's as innocent as a toddler at a grocery store. chick-lit: #81 fanfic: #341

'Jealousy is, I think, the worst of all faults because it makes a victim of both parties' - Gene Tierney Erin Thomas, 16 years old, born 15th August 1996. Undecided about her feelings towards her best friend Luke Hemmings, it just so happens to be that Luke and three other band mates have been asked to go on tour in Europe with world wide famous One Direction. Erin is asked to come along by Aston Irwin, together they pretend to go out just to make Luke jealous and to hopefully make him realize that he has feelings for his best friend. There's just two small problems, Luke has a girlfriend and Harry Styles?

"7:15, that's our time."

Sequel To: Start All Over. “Will you ever give up on me?” I ask. “Not today, not tomorrow, not in a week, not ever. I will never give up on you.” He says. ~ When life was sort of taking a turn for the better, everything around Vanessa crumbles once again. When life throws you challenges, you don't give up. No matter how much it hurts, no matter how much pain you feel, no matter how many tears you cry, no matter how much hope is lost, no matter how much hate is sent, no matter how much betrayal, heartache and anguish you are faced with, you do not give up. It isn't an option. ~ {Warning: Will contain triggering thoughts and action and involves sensitive topics like depression, death, suicide and abuse} COPYRIGHT © 2013-2014 CUDDLINGHEMMINGS

"Welcome to the chase. Might as well just call it Hell." cover by @Iucifer

"Hopefully being roommates will settle your arguments."

After all, who could help but fall for him?

In which those jerks whom they used to idolize move next door. || © 2013-2014 beautylieswithinu || fanfiction #105 7·19·15

❝You chased me for a long time, so I figured it was time for me to chase you.❞ copyright © paradisin || 2014

My heart pounded as I rushed down the hall. My brother finally did it, he finally lost it. I heard shots fire in the cafeteria, I flinched. This isn’t happening, I told myself. I heard someone’s heavy breathing from behind a shelf that stuck out of the wall. “Come on ash we have to go!” I said clamping onto the blonde boy’s hand. I pulled him up and dragged him along. “ALEEAH!” A voice boomed. No, no, no, this isn’t happening. I turned to face my brother whose hand held a jet black gun, his arms raised, gun pointing at me, ready to fire. The gun sounded.