Louis Tomlinson, captain of the football team, very attractive, has all the girls and boys pining over him. But he just thinks they're all assholes or only want him for his popularity.
Harry Styles, the first born of the triplets, loves to sing, extremely attractive, cares about everyone he see's.
Edward Styles, second born of the triplets, has tattoos off the bat, says he only cares for his brothers and sisters but really has a heart for anyone who needs help. One thing, people think he's mean, but he's not. They also think he can hear, but he cant. He's deaf, which is the least thing you'd expect from him. He lives drawing.
Marcel Styles, last and third born of the triplets, extremely nerdy, loves books, will do anything for anyone, was the first one to suggest learning sign language for his brother when the accident happened. He loves writing books or songs for Harry to sing.
Gemma Styles, triplets older sister, nice, caring.
Brooke Styles, triplets younger sister, gay.. like extremely gay, loves tattoos and skateboarding, gets along with her brothers and sister very well.
⚠️Warning: this is my first fanfic so it's gonna be shit.⚠️
BOOK #3
He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous.
I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time.
Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is.
I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me.
Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way.
But we can't... we're not supposed to be together.
We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide.
Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me.
But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him.
And still, he doesn't care.
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Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected.
Exactly my type.
I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in.
And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe.
But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me?
I want him. And I will have him.