Alexis chose the summer of 1996 to visit her Nonna in small, poorly known Clarkesville, Georgia. This year happens to be her favorite. Because a certain guy with ripped flannels, loose thick curls, and piercing green eyes won not only his thrilling illegal drag-races, but won the best trophy of them all. Her heart. [w...
[Completed] Zayn Malik has been dumped. hard to believe right? But it's the truth. Perrie and Zayn have been growing apart, and finally Perrie couldn't take it. She said goodbye. It's been two weeks. The boys were getting a little worried. They took him out. To a club. He had a little to much to drink. He ended up wa...
*COMPLETED*Stay real, one thing you should never forget. Be yourself no matter what. Don’t act like someone you are not. Stay true to, not only yourself, but to everyone you know. Don’t lie about who you are, or what you do. Just stay real. Can't be that hard right? a One Direction fanfic
"Skin like porcelain, hair silky and long, manners be perfect, or you'll surely be gone." (cover by moonxriver)
it was three in the morning when he came in her room through the window pleading to talk and the thought stroke her. 'the only people up this late are either in love or heartbroken' he couldn't sleep because heartbroken people hardly caught a nuff of sleep so she let him in and by five in the morning he was fast asle...
"You saw me in a way no one had before." Zayn whispered after a minute or two of silence. I looked up to read his overwhelmed gaze, and for the first time, I couldn't read his emotions.
"So what do we do?" "We can work something out. There's just one problem... We can't let your brother find out." ❁ Available now to order! Link in bio!
❝he's grey and skylar's color and they complement each other like hot rain on dry asphalt.❞ in which he has ptsd and doesn't do well with change. until her, that is. - I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS THIRTEEN, OKAY. BE NICE. - all rights reserved 2013 © cathartics
"Zayn," he spoke, smoke leaving his lips once again as he dropped the cigarette to the ground, stepping on it with his dark boots. His hand darted in between us as he awaited a response. "January," I said faintly, grabbing his hand. "Nice," he chuckled, making the first move to release my cold fingers. H...
There has always been this strange boy living in the neighborhood. He never talks to anyone, he's always alone. He never lets anyone help him with what he is going through, but when he meets Mary Green will he let her help him or push her away like everyone else ? *Copyright* ©