Brushed With Fame (major editing to come)
  • Reads 4,431
  • Votes 77
  • Parts 41
  • Time 5h 51m
  • Reads 4,431
  • Votes 77
  • Parts 41
  • Time 5h 51m
Complete, First published Oct 09, 2013
It all started at a meet and greet, When Emily gives Liam her phone to take a picture of the two of them. When he has it in his hands, he takes the opportunity to put his number in her phone.   What happens when he wants to get to know what's under her shyness?  What happens when Emily is Brushed With Fame?             Preview: "You want to know my favorite quote of all time?" She asked looking from the sky to me. Propping my arm up and turn to her, I nodded. She looked back up at the sky and closed her eyes. "'We except the love we think we deserve.' The reason I like it so much is because it describes why everyone falls in love with someone that doesn't deserve to have their love. I guess it's just a human nature thing." She said with a shrug. I smiled at her. "What are you afraid of the most?" I asked her. She opened her eyes and looked at me. "I guess I would be most afraid of rejection. I have always been rejected when it comes to guys and I never knew why. I eventually stopped trying and just started to focus more on my college degree. If a guy comes to me then I will let what happens happen." She said confidently.  *Warning*- there are acts of weirdness, random cheesiness, and lot's of random things
All Rights Reserved
Sign up to add Brushed With Fame (major editing to come) to your library and receive updates
or
Content Guidelines
You may also like
Stockholm Syndrome (Larry Stylinson) by British-1D-Irish
45 parts Complete Mature
My heart was beating and adrenaline was running through my body at a thousand miles per second. My hand wrapped around the door knob, but then I was pulled back painfully by my arm. I was whipped around and was face to face with a pissed off Louis. "Where do you think you're going, love?" He asked, and I gulped at how dark his voice sounded. The sane part of me was absolutley terrified of it, and I didn't like it, but the part of me that thought Louis was incredible was so turned on by his dark side. "Answer the question." He said as he squeezed my wrist tighter, and I winced a bit, but I didn't answer the question. "Were you trying to leave? Were you trying to run away from me?" He asked, and I felt his nails digging into my skin. I gave a small yelp of pain and then he was dragging me harshly by my arm down the hall again. He passed the room that I was staying in before and opened another door that was three doors down. He pushed me inside, and I couldn't see a thing. The room was completely dark. I began to breath faster because I've never been a big fan of the dark. I hated it. I didn't like what I couldn't see. I jumped as I felt a hand on my waist and my breath caught as I felt a surge of electricity run through me. I felt him pull me closer to him until my back was against his chest. His lips rubbed against my ear and he slowly whispered out "You can't leave, Harry. You're never gonna get away. I'm not gonna let you."
You may also like
Slide 1 of 10
Abhor cover
Unwanted // one direction fanfic cover
Hired By Management cover
Feel my love... cover
Therapy || l.t. cover
Dangerous(A One Direction Fan Fiction) cover
The Fulfillment cover
Stockholm Syndrome (Larry Stylinson) cover
I Found My Happines With Him...(n.h) cover
Always You •𝖫.𝖲• ✓ cover

Abhor

16 parts Ongoing Mature

*May be triggering to some readers* "Ah, but what if Niall knew you were hiding something from him, something that puts him in danger," he has a point all of them are in danger but if I keep my mouth shut, they'll be safe. "You dare tell Niall about those texts. I'll kill you myself," I've never been a person to throw threats around, but i had to do something. He takes a step closer to me, only a few inches between our bodies now. "Oh, you're a murderer now, I see," he chuckles to himself, his chest rising up and down slowly, like he's the most relaxed person on earth. "I've never hurt a fly, never would, unless you hurt my brother," I state strongly, avoiding eye contact. My eyes are glued to his worn Rolling Stones t-shirt. "I'm not hurting your brother, sweetheart, I'm hurting you," he speaks lowly, almost at a whisper "the more I know about you, the more I have against you, the more I can get what I need from this situation."