❝ The boy had eyes like a hurricane and a smile of warmth. She couldn't sleep for three days. He'd never talk, but when he did, the earth stopped moving. Galaxies were born. His voice was a constellation of stars she wouldn't mind staring at all night. ❞ In which a girl renders herself lucky to have attracted the eyes...
"You're nothing but a con man." "I prefer con artist, sweetheart." ➳ Winner of Season 3 1D Watty Awards for Best Smut
••• When Emilia Flores met Harry Styles, he soon became a big part of her life. They fell in love quickly. It should have been great. It was great. But when love turns into a dark reality, who will be the one to survive?
"the natural state. our moods change. our lives change. our feelings for each other change. our beings change. the song changes. the air changes. the temperature of the shower changes. accept this. we must accept this."
"To have her in his bed, in his arms, with her breath on his neck and her hair tickling the corners of his mouth -- he was finally able to think of his life as not only just a dark hole of violence. Maybe, just maybe, his life could mean something more." || mature hs fanfic. Cover credit to @pillow-case © highstylin
NOT EDITED "I cannot look into those eyes, eyes that I have learned will judge you, eyes, that will make or break you, no, please no. I can't look into those eyes, because if I look you in the eye, every memory of us laughing together is erased, every memory of us cuddling within the warmth of the blankets, every m...
(complete) And he was so eager to be her hero that he forgot to be his own, because loving Natalie Beck is the strongest act of self-destruction Harry'd ever known. (Original fanfiction version) © 2015 polaroidlou
*WARNING: This book contains mature content; read at your own discretion* [Inspired by the song and video for Chocolate by The 1975] His jaw was clenched as he stood opposite to her, "Scarlett, you have to stop this, you're killing yourself!" She took a drag from her cigarette and shrugged, "I'm okay with that." He w...
Sequel to Cliché. In which two familiar people never really want whatever relationship they have left to end. And the other younger two don't know how to start.
"Take it! Just take it!" I demanded in annoyance, springing my whole body out as I tackled Harry from behind. "For the tenth time I don't want your stupid virginity!"
when a girl in a bitter and unloving relationship gets involved with a quiet and beautiful boy, she finds herself again as he paints the love she craves but cannot touch. two blue souls searching for something in each other that they can't seem to reach.
If you were to mention her name in a locker room, or in a girls bathroom, you would always get the same look and smirk sent in your direction. Because she was an urban legend. Someone people told their younger siblings about when they wanted to brag about how awesome it was to be a teenager. The details and the ending...