She's a Bad Ass Bitch
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Hi my name is Emily Brooks but people call me Emma well here is a little about me. I have black hair with blue below, big hazel eyes, pale and quite fit. My life is quite great, that is until I got kicked out of school for reasons I don't want to explain right now, and that I literally don't give a fuck about but right here I'm putting my earplugs on, ready to fly all the way around the world to none other than London to my uncles house, because my mom couldn't handle me anymore so it was easier for her to just send me away. And according to my mother , my neighborhood, the school and practically everyone that knows me . IM A BAD ASS BITCH
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*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.comConcluida
The only bad side
. My name is Aly and my best friend (which many people claim we're dating, so right now, just so you know, we AREN'T) my best friend's name is Max, he has to be the best guy ever. He is funny and sweet and caring and every now and then a bit annoying but I love him no matter what. Now I'm sure you people out there are all wondering why I'm mad so right now. i can answer that for you, it's because my best friend, Max is curently dating the world's bitchest girl that has ever walked the planet. Her name is Lyndsey. Oh how i hate that Lyndsey. So one she drops every guy in school she's ever dated, leaving them heartbrocken and in shatters. Max is the popularist guy in school and that's probably the only reason why that terrible girl is even talking to him. He's star on the baseball team and here's the worst part. I think I may be in love with him.Concluida![The New Kid Next Door (Harry Styles) [editing]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/6460529-256-k855306.jpg)
The New Kid Next Door (Harry Styles) [editing]
Hey there. My name is Ariel Miller, I just turned 18, and I've lived in an abusive environment with my dad for a few years now. It wasn't always like this. But ever since my mum died in a tragic accident, well, my dad changed to say the least. He takes all of his anger, sorrow, and frustration out on me. I'm very closed off when it comes to other people. I'd rather they not know about my life at home. So, even though I am a senior in high school, I don't have many friends. That was, until I got a new neighbor. Harry. Harry Styles. He is determined to know about my life. Though, through my eyes trust needs to be earned. I plan to keep my being abused a secret. From him, from friends, from everyone. Will Ariel be able to push Harry away? Or will Harry make such an effort to know about Ariel that she finally lets her wall between her and others come down?Concluida
Blood Will Tell || Harry Styles
Prologue I know I shouldn't be interested in him but I can't help it. He is wrong for me; he is he 'Bad Boy' that your parents warn you about. I can't help but wonder if this facade of his - being the Bad Boy that everybody is afraid of is fake. I have no reason to think so but I just don't want to believe that he is like the people represent him to be. Or Maybe I just don't want to admit that I have fallen for the worst guy in the neighbourhood. I don't know. I wish there was a way to get over this petty crush of mine. I mean, he doesn't even know I exist despite the fact that we go to the same school and are in some of the same classes. I am not the nerdy girl that spends her days in the library studying for the test that is coming up in 3 months, nor am I one of the makeup clad barbie dolls that walk around with my assets hanging out. I'm just me. Average Natalie. I don't fit in any of the traditional high school groups. I have friends but I am not the type of girl that everybody wants to hang around with. Although I mentioned that I don't hang in the library, I don't exactly hang out on the grounds with everybody either. I spend most of my time in my own personal designated space in one of the art rooms. But enough about me, let me get back to my issue at hand which is Mr Self-centred. The guy I was discussing was Harry Styles. He is the reason parents lock their daughters away at night and the reason shops that stay open after dark now have more security than ever. And unfortunately, he is the guy that I am most attracted to... Please give credit to @jacey.f from Instagram who is the girl that gave me the book cover and title.Concluida
Can't Remember To Forget You
* * * * * * COMPLETED * * * * * * We laid together in silence, Harry running his fingers through my hair, me tracing the ink scattering his chest and abdomen. I could lay here forever... At least until my mind starts running wild. "What is this to you Harry?" I whisper, afraid to ask. I don't know where that came from, but I need to know. "What do you mean?" "I don't know... I just, I don't want to be another one of your girls. And I know whatever's going on between us is more than that, but... I don't know." I sigh. "It's only you, baby." Harry kisses my forehead. "I only want you, and it better be the same damn way for you. There's no way I'm sharing you." I smile to myself. That's what I needed to hear. "There isn't, it's only you for me too." ** © 2014 by angellwt_. All rights reserved. (WARNING: MATURE STORY) ********COMPLETED********Concluida
Recovery//Jacob Whitesides
Hi I'm Evan Styles. I'm 15 years old. I'm from homes chapel, England. My brother is Harry Styles. But One Direction ended 5 years ago while I was 10. He is now a father of two beautiful twin (baby) girls. Gemma is my older sister. She is now beginning her acting Career while married to Louis Tomlinson. Surprising I know. I thought Eleanor was gunna be his wife but she ended up a drug addict. She's in rehab at the moment. The other 3 boys are also acting. My mum passed away giving birth to me. I feel as if I were the cause of her death. I do see her in my dreams exactly like how I see her in pictures. She tells me my future is bright. That I was not the cause of her death but there was one dream that I have every once in a while. I'm very skinny not so skinny either. I have long wavy Brown hair. I dyed my tips blonde. I have blue green eyes. The dimple that runs in the family. I'm actually short unlike Harry and Gemma. I apparently have a big bum and boozams but I disagree. The rest you will find out I suppose. __________________ All rights reserved if you copy this story i will find you and slap you with a dildo on the head then choke you with a condom. ILY (This is a terrible story I do not suggest you read this)Concluida
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I Miss You (H.S Vampire)
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*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
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