{book 1} ✓ - ❝ Once upon a time… Wait, are you shitting me? This story doesn’t start like this. On the contrary! This story is about a girl who thought had enough of men but, of course, her words backfired on her face. Yeah, this girl is me. An average girl… Okay, not so average, more insane, I would say. Whatever. This is my story and if you want to know what happened, keep reading, because it all started with an eating contest. ❞

We were miles apart from each other, One step closer to being two steps, But... We're still far away from each other, Hard to reach out for your hands, Because... You were holding on to another girl, And i'm still here away from you. My heart cried, Shattered into pieces, Like a broken glass, Heart broken. I wish you were here with me, Whispering sweet words to me, Made me feel relieve always, But... It turns into smoke. You told me that you're my superhero, Fight all the monsters for me, Protect me from the monsters, But now, Where's my superhero? You were holding on to her. ©Copyright HollieTomlin

"god everything about you is just trouble and stress, can you just act like a human being for once in your life and think of someone other than yourself for two seconds. Not everyone lives their life in the fast lane Harry" "Well then baby, buckle up because I'm about to take you for a Ride" ~~ Charlie didn't plan to end up working for the most arrogant, narcissistic, most notorious, and damn good-looking race car driver in the world. She also didn't plan for him to change her life. Charlie, a simple mechanic from Daytona Florida is about to have her life turned upside down when she meets the one and only Harry Styles. unfortunately, charlie finds herself uncovering deep secrets about Harry and his past, which ultimately leads to betrayal of friends and family, lies of the past, and a secret in which charlie wishes she never found out in the first place. Will she come along for the Ride?

We're all mad here, it's Wonderland. ~ Harry latches onto my passionate on-beat arms as he keeps me from moving forward. "Are you fuckin' mad?" He grits through his teeth. "I'm in Wonderland, Pretty Boy," I throw my free arm in the air, motioning to the surrounding world. "Of course, I've gone a little mad." He flips me around as the level of infuriation rises throughout his clenched jaw, trying to remain composed. "Don't try and be something you're not, Presley." I rip away from his hold, furrowing my brows from the curt statement, the honest revelation that should've just stayed within his mind. "We'll never be the heroes, and you know that," he says, colder than the Arctic's towering waves. "We'll never win." We'll never find Purple. Purple, the color of the Star-Crossed Lovers.

//april showers bring may flowers// she was an angel, an angel trapped in the devils game, harry was no saint but at least he knew he wasn't a monster. she was an angel, that harry was sure, he wasn't a saint, but she knew better. [highest ranking: #1 in harry]

I stood there, watching, as she ran her fingers through the knots of my soul.

"H-how could y-you ever do something so awful?" I manage to barely whisper out. "Well love," He snarls back at me. "It's a lot easier to loose your humanity now that there's barely any humans alive anymore." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CONTAINS LOTS OF STRONG LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, AND SEXUAL CONTENT ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @writtenbykate ON WATTPAD THIS IS A ZOMBIE, POST APOCALYPTIC FIC, IF THAT IS NOT YOUR CUP OF TEA, DO NOT READ!

A shy boy who sees beauty in everything he lays eyes on, and a confident girl who doesn't believe in love, finding common ground in the world of art. tw.

When Marnie met Harry Styles in a club in Soho the last thing she expected was to wind up pregnant with his child. After almost two years of remaining adamant that Harry musn't know about their daughter, what happens when she cracks and is thrown into the world of One Direction? Highest ranking: #4 in Fanfiction

WARNING: Story will heavily contain sexual/violent scenes, including: adult language, sex, violence, self harm, etc. It's the loneliest feeling in the world- to find yourself sitting down when everyone else is standing up. To have everybody look at you and say, "What's the matter with her?". I know what it feels like. Walking down an empty street, listening to the sound of your own footsteps. Shutters closed, blinds drawn, doors locked against you. And you aren't sure whether you're walking toward something, or if you're just walking away. People think depression is sadness. People think depression is crying. People think depression is dressing in black. But people are wrong. Depression is the constant feeling of being numb. Being numb to emotions, being numb to lie. You wake up in the morning just to go back to bed again. Days aren't really days; they're just annoying obstacles that need to be faced. And how do you face them? Through medication, through drinking, through smoking, through drugs, through cutting. When you're depressed, you grasp on to anything that can get you through the day. That's what depression is, not sadness or tears, its the overwhelming sense of numbness and desire for anything that can help you make it from one day to the next. Depression is simply, yet not so simply, Desolation. My name is Brianna Rodriguez, and this is my life... before I met him. STARTED WRITING: APRIL 2014