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Dancing in the rain.

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Reads 52
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Parts 3
Time 17m

How? How did I get caught up in all this mess? Why was I the one there on that night? At that party? There he was so vulnerable. Practically a stranger. I could have just left him. Should have. Should of gone and told Harry or Zayn or one of his friends where he was and gone home. But I didn't. I was stupid and reckless. And drunk. God was I drunk. And now look at what I've got myself into. But who would have thought? Niall Horan and plain old kiwi raised me, Harmony Nicole. Huh. And how was I supposed to know what would happen? Oh god… it started with just a kiss. I guess it only takes that one spark to start a burning flame.All Rights Reserved

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✔️STRONG [L.S] by rikirriki

"H-Harry please!" I cried, my hands placed protectively in front of my face. His eyes darkened, and he grabbed my wrists, pinning them against the wall. His breath rolled over my face, the faint scent of alcohol rolling up my nose. "Shut up." He growled. His short nails dug into my arm and I winced in pain. He released me, and grabbed a handful of my hair instead. I shrieked in pain as he threw me to the ground. Tears pricked my eyes and I squeezed my eyes shut. "Get up." He said. I opened my eyes, and scrambled to my feet quickly. He grabbed the front of my shirt to pull me closer, leaning down to my level. His eyes burned straight through mine. Chills went down my spine and I bit my bottom lip out of fear. "How many times do I have to tell you? You. Are. Mine." -------------------------- In a complex narrative, where Harry wrestles with the voices of schizophrenia, the story unfolds with uncertainty. The question lingers: Will Harry succumb to the relentless voices, potentially breaking down Louis, or will Louis summon the strength to confront the darkness that threatens him and stand resolute in his own defense? The outcome rests upon the delicate interplay of their intertwined fates, a story of mental struggles and strength yet to fully reveal itself.

Heads or Tails ? by burrowedandblue

*Story contains mature and explicit content* "Something wrong sweetheart ?" Harry's cocky tone only makes my blood boil more, and I don't even think before I throw my knife to his head. Of course he dodges it easily, and he quickly pulls it out of the wall and throws it right back to my face. Thankfully Zayn and his magical fucking reflexes catch it a few inches away from my head, and Harry smiles, dimples out on display, looking pretty fucking satisfied that he succeeded whatever he wanted to do. Did the fucker just try to stab me in the eye right now ? "You fucking piece of shi-" I start yelling but Zayn is quick to snap his hand to my mouth to shut me up, growling into my ear and roughly pulling me back until I'm pressed against his chest. "Shut the fuck up you dumbass ! Are you trying to get us all killed ??" he pulls his hand away and spins me around abruptly before he shoves me towards the door. "Out. Now." **** Or the one where Louis and Harry kind of hate but kind of like each other, and have to work together when their friends disappear... and then everything changes. **** Reminder: this is simply a work of fiction, this story is in no way meant to represent anyone's actual life nor does it represent my thoughts on the people whose names I use.

LOST LOVE by Kat-Tomlinson

Hi. I'm Katerina. But all my friends call me Kat. I'm 20 years old. My parents are dead. I got adopted when I was eight. And when I was 16 I moved out. I liked the mother that adopted me but the dad was a drunk and when he was he was a abusive. I have a scar from when he struck me with his beer bottle. So me and my mom moved out and went to live on our own. Almost six months after we moved out she had a heart attack and died. So then I needed a place to stay, I couldn't pay my bills, buy food, or find a good paying job. And that's when I met Niall Horan. He's my boyfriend now. And then Niall let me move in with his family for awhile. I stayed in his sister Charlotte's room. Or at least it was his sisters room. She died in a car accident. So I had the room to myself. I met his friends Liam, Louis, Zayn, and Harry. Then all the boys and me decided to buy our own house. This story starts just after we got moved in. ***Needs MAJOR editing because I wrote this in like 8th grade***

Stockholm Syndrome ➸ one direction by tomlingalaxies

Something happened. It was so wrong but felt so right. I must be insane. *** au // short story this is my first story on Wattpad and any feedback is very much appreciated :) THIS IS 100% MY STORY AND IS NO WAY AFFILIATED WITH ONE DIRECTION.

Beautifully Dangerous {Punk Harry Styles} by honeybooboris

{This story is copyright} "HARRY!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. The guy punched my in the jaw and my body hit the floor. My vision blurred and pain flared all through my body. I let out a loud scream when his foot made contact with my side. I her a loud grunt then a loud smack of skin on skin. I looked up slightly to see the guy being held up against the wall by Louis and Niall while Harry beat the life out of him. I let out a loud whimper as someone touches my side. "Come here babe, you'll be all right" Zayn cooed in my ear as he picked me up. I screamed again and almost passed out from the pain. "Harry she's gotta get to the hospital!" Zayn panicked while tears streamed down my face. "Fuck, Louis finish him off" The last thing I heard was a gun shot before everything went black. ------------------------------------- Harry and his boys run the city. One glance at him and you'd know to walk in the opposite direction. He has a dangerous aura that radiates from him. Luna wanted nothing to do with him and Harry wanted nothing to do with her. They are from two different worlds. Luna gets sucked into Harry's dangerous universe and struggles to escape. But she can't help but begin to fall. She can't help that he's... beautifully dangerous.

The Last Burden by nashlycam23

"I hate you." Was all I could manage to say, given the fact that I was battling my emotions. I just lost all four of my brothers, and I'm being taken by our most greatest rival. We've been enemies for centuries. Our gangs have never gotten along because we always treat each other with disrespect and steal each other's junk. Not to mention we go into each other's territory and rob what could of been theirs. There's no doubt in my mind I will be treated horribly while I'm in the arms of my enemies. They won't show any mercy and they will be very abusive when needed. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if they beat me up because they were bored. "Well guess what? We hate you too." Harry commented before he slammed the door shut and made his way to the passenger seat. "I'd say get comfortable and enjoy the ride since it's gonna be long. But since you're the f***ing enemy, have fun living in hell for the rest of your life darling. Your life is in my hands now." Harry grinned evilly as I felt my breath hitch in the back of my throat.

Ten Sins || #Wattys2015 by GirLegend99

"I'm a monster!" he shouted in my face, his veins popping out on his neck. I tried to hold my tears but failed, all these months of patience and anger caused my body to shake, my heart was pounding so loud in my chest that my blood was boiling in my veins. "No Harry! You're not a monster!" I cried out loud, my chest rising and falling from my heavy breathing. He clenched his jaw and fisted his palms and in seconds, he punched the wall that was behind me right next to me, making me gasp for air. All the anger that built inside me was now replaced by fear as his piercing green eyes turned to a darker shade. "How can you say that after what I did to you?" he hissed, his hot breath hitting my swollen lips, his nostrils flaring. I took a deep shakey breath before I parted my lips to answer him. "Because I can see through you, Harry. I can see your innocence."

A Whispered Shot (Niam/Narry) by MattCsYou

Was there something wrong with me? I mean, what kind of sick person was in love with not just one guy, but two? And how sick did they have to be in order to have both guys they were in love with two of their best mates? It realy was sick. Especially considering how I'm a guy too. I'm a fucking sick bastard. Sorry, am I being rude? I should introduce myself. My name is Niall Horan, yes the Niall Horan from One Direction. Did you not catch that? And the two boys I'm in love with are Liam Payne, and Harry Styles, both from One Direction too. See why I'm so sick now? It's because I'm in love with two boys who are straight as a popsicle stick. See why I consider myself pretty much screwed? I'm in love with boys who will never ever love me back. And the worst part? The world can't know I'm gay. This is how I pretty much thought exactly one year ago. This is my story of how I changed everything. This is the story of me defying gravity, and getting not just one but two guys. This is the story of me, Niall Horan, and my whispered shot. Don't discriminate if you don't like these stories. I'm not forcing you to listen, just asking for your time.

crumble | h.s by ulookuglytodaysis

{completed} "I want to go home." I plead. "Do you? Because Lydia, I will take you home myself if that's what you want." He says lowly. I knit my brows together in confusion. He takes another step toward me. "But, don't you remember? There's people out there, Lydia." He steps right up to me and tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. "People who want to hurt you." he continues. I feel tears well up in my eyes as I let out a sharp exhale. Harry leans down so that his lips are right next to my ear and I tremble in pure terror. "And this time..." I feel him speak against my ear. "I won't be there to save you." he whispers darkly. -- ~crumble ; verb -to break apart into small fragments especially over a period of time due to deterioration. ~ loving him meant risking everything. he was trouble and she knew it... but it was so hard to stay away. Harry Styles is a criminal. He has criminal friends and lives a criminal lifestyle. Lydia White has been a good girl her whole life. A twist of fate causes the two of them to meet. Lydia falls for Harry but soon discovers who he is. Now, he has enemies out to get him...and her.

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✔️STRONG [L.S]

"H-Harry please!" I cried, my hands placed protectively in front of my face. His eyes darkened, and he grabbed my wrists, pinning them against the wall. His breath rolled over my face, the faint scent of alcohol rolling up my nose. "Shut up." He growled. His short nails dug into my arm and I winced in pain. He released me, and grabbed a handful of my hair instead. I shrieked in pain as he threw me to the ground. Tears pricked my eyes and I squeezed my eyes shut. "Get up." He said. I opened my eyes, and scrambled to my feet quickly. He grabbed the front of my shirt to pull me closer, leaning down to my level. His eyes burned straight through mine. Chills went down my spine and I bit my bottom lip out of fear. "How many times do I have to tell you? You. Are. Mine." -------------------------- In a complex narrative, where Harry wrestles with the voices of schizophrenia, the story unfolds with uncertainty. The question lingers: Will Harry succumb to the relentless voices, potentially breaking down Louis, or will Louis summon the strength to confront the darkness that threatens him and stand resolute in his own defense? The outcome rests upon the delicate interplay of their intertwined fates, a story of mental struggles and strength yet to fully reveal itself.