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My Little Blogger

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Casper James is the famous model, singer and all round bad-boy. He's blessed with a silky singing voice and a face that makes girls fawn over him left, right and center, regardless of the partying he's done. Amelia Hawthorn is a not so ordinary teen. She spends 50% of her day on tumblr, instagram, Twitter and her blog site; 25% sleeping and eating and the last 25% singing- awkwardly. These two don't even know each other, let alone understand each other but when Casper finds Amelia's Twitter, they collide. But as cheesy as it sounds, sometimes you have to fight for the love you deserve. And let's just say, fate clearly wasn't kind. - A/N This was a 1D fanfic but I decided to take a risk and create my own character. So please bare with! Tysm! <3
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Save Me

I feel his dirty hands touch me once more and move up higher to my thighs. I try to jerk them away but he locks my arms in his hand above my head as a thousand hot tears leave my eyes. No...no...please... I shut my eyes, not wanting to see this face another time. I shudder in disgust as he brings his lips to my neck and starts kissing me. Suddenly, I hear a groan of pain and I get free of his disgusting hands. I don't feel him on me but I don't dare to open my eyes. Another moan is heard again and a punch. I open my eyes and see him kneeling and bleeding. I watch at the boy who saved me and he hits him hard as more blood floods from his lips and nose. It's so dark and my tears don't allow me to see my angel. My savior moves as his fist connects with his face and my angel's hair glow under the moonlight and I stop breathing. Corbyn? The boy falls to the ground unconscious as Corbyn hits him in the jaw for the tenth time. His eyes move to my glossy ones and without any thought, he comes to me and wraps his arms around my body tightly. And just like that, I start crying harder as I bury my head in his neck and tug hard in this shirt. He doesn't say a word, he just pulls me closer to him and leaves me to surrender to this cathartic cry that overwhelms me. My brain stops working and the only word that exists is 'save'. I open my mouth and after so many weeks, the first words that slip my lips between cries and sobs are "You...you saved me" ----- Amelia is a young girl with a simple life and plans for her bright future. After her parent's death, everything she thought she knew will alter. But actually, all that is about to change when a blonde annoying boy will come into her life and break everything she believed into pieces. And who knows even save her and himself...

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