Five Years On, Spencer and Toby have gone their separate ways. What happens when they're forced to cross paths?

*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

Motel 6- where you may find cockroaches in the showers, questionable food in the vending machine, and maybe, possibly, some love along the way. © Copyright 2017. 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.

I paced back in forth in the small room. I calmed down enough to know that it was empty. Completely bare.Every slight movement I made whether it was a deep breathe, or a heart beat, the floor creaked in pain and the walls seemed to bend slightly in unison.There was a wood flooring and the walls were a maroon slightly orange. So far I've counted One-thousand,two-hundred and seventy-three steps. I turned around once more and started walking towards the opposite wall. Zayn refused to let me out. Its only been an hour but I'm going crazy in this solitary confinement. At least he let me have my guitar. I Glared at the wooden polished instrument that gleamed in the dull room. It was about 3 hours till sunset. I needed air. I slumped in a heap against the wall staring at the guitar. "What are you looking at?" I scowled at the damn thing. great, now I'm talking to things that don't even have a soul. Yay me. I get up walked to it. I wonder how she is. What if shes still in pain. Is she even in pain? is she even still breathing..? I threw my weak throbbing fist at the weak walls again. I couldn't live without her. Its only been what... two days? a week? Since Iv met her? I let my hand slide down the wall slowly. I looked at the guitar again. Its polished finish gleamed for hope that I would pick it up. I slide down the wall beside it and pulled it into my arms. I just picked at the strings for minutes on end. I didn't wanna play, I wanted Kristy. I remember the song I was writing for her When we were in my room before it all happened. She was so curious about it.. I played a chord and let the hollow sound fill the room and then played it once more. "this could never start" The words slipped out of my mouth with out me even thinking. I griped the guitar strings tighter as I let the rest of my sentence tumble out with the rhythm. She was the one thing worth living for, and Im losing it

Was it her beauty that reeled me in? The mysterious, deep, color her eyes contained? Or her addictive smile, smell, or even her personality? It was none of these things. The reason she's too afraid and too sad to even talk is what made her even more mysterious and captivating to me. Not talking for six years as a side affect from a tragic accident is what I learned had caused it; her sister and mothers death traumatized her. And my goal is to help her break free, to help her gain the courage to live her life to the fullest. To speak to me.

In a corrupt community, young girls are sold to men as mere objects of pleasure and they are kept for as long as the men desire. But things take a turn when the spoilt son of a wealthy businessman crosses paths with an unfortunate girl forced into the twisted world of Baby Dolls. Baby Doll © Wonderwall123 2013 - 2014

She just wants to be a sport journalist. She is always interviewing the best players in our Uni and sometimes she ends up dating them, but they always break her sweet heart. I would never do that, but she would never interview me even less date me because I'm just a regular football player in the team. I'm not the best, but I want to be. I want her to notice me. This year I'll be the best one. This year she will notice me. {AU Fan Fiction}