"I just don't want you to be near it okay?" Rebecca said. "She has a name," Harry said angrily. BOOK 1 OF 3: "Don't get angry with me! You're the one fucking with your best friend's fuck up of a sister," she yelled. I put my head down and ignored everyone. I didn't want to deal with any of this. "You know what, fuck you. Go to hell," Harry said angrily and then walked in here, slamming the door behind him. I raised my head at the sound, only seeing him walk towards us. The entire class watched as Harry sat next to me, his body slouched back and his foot tapping. ***** TRIGGER WARNING***** There will be lots of mention of suicide and self-harm in many forms. Please do not read if you are susceptible to getting triggered to said things.

"Maybe we'll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I'll be right for you and you'll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This book contains sensitive material such as strong language, abuse, sexual content, death and depression. If you are not comfortable with such topics, please do not continue. All of this is, indeed, a matter of fiction. I understand that some of the events that will take place are real to you. If you believe this will trigger something, please do not continue reading. Read at your own risk from here on out. Alex xx

( DO NOT OPEN THIS BOOK UNLESS YOU HAVE READ THE FIRST ONE WHICH IS CALLED 'THE BLIND KID') (COVER BY @inkedtattoos :-)) " Can you take a picture with me, Harry? " I ask. I touch his arm, but he jerks away. I hadn't seen him in person in forever. I back up. His lips curl into a smirk, Ray Bans in his hand and a bottle of scotch in the other. " I'm sorta busy, " He spits, starting to walk away. I grab onto his arm again and he angrily turns around, throwing his arms in the air. " I have to go! Leave me the hell alone. You can get a picture later, " He shouts. The anger in his tone was apparent and his teeth were clenched together. I almost whimper, when he freezes. He was acting ridiculous. The sad thing was that this has been happening a lot. Everything was fine and then he started having sudden mood swings and then comes along him being rude to fans. ' Harry styles rude to fans ' made the cover of every newspaper and magazine in the world. He was screwed. He later earned respect back from people, when the whole thing blew over. I could tell he was relieved to say the least, but his ego has gotten bigger and bigger, just as his popularity grew; One directions popularity. " You sound familiar, " He whispers, gripping the bottle of scotch. I was scared it might break. " Do I know you? " He ask. I nod my head to myself, but don't say anything. He didn't need to know. I didn't want him to know. I hated that he was acting like this. The Harry I knew would never do this. I could feel a tear fall down my cheek and I turn to walk away. The air smells odd and the blinking lights twinkle in the distant. I keep walking even when I hear his voice calling for me. " Wait! Come back! " He yells. I keep walking.

Harry once asked me what was the most painful thing I've endured in my life, I couldn't answer to him back then but, hearing his desperate plead for me to hold on I got my answer now. ¨Hold on please, darling.¨ And for the first time since knowing him I wanted to listen to him only now I physically couldn't but I forced myself for him, for my ray of sunshine, for my angel. It took everything in me to open my eyes but I mustered all my energy and weakly opened them to see my favorite shade of green staring back at me, and almost as a reflex ever so slowly my lips curled up at the sight of him. However, at the sight of me grief washed all over his face. I'm here but it's as if he was mourning me. I've never felt so helpless in my life, I wanted to assure him that this isn't his fault, I wish I had the strength to. ¨I'm sorry baby, I'll get us out of here.¨ Watery eyes and a determined face promised me and the only thing I could muster was a weak smile. And with that he turned to face our aggressor. ¨My house, my chair, my wife,¨ At the sound of the last word my heart literally skipped a beat and I swear my eyes almost budged off my face when a second ago I could barely keep them open. ¨You better kill me before I fucking get free, you're on borrowed time and I fucking swear I'll have the time of my life making you pay for what you're doing to my wife.¨ ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's not the most ideal thing to be a mafia leader with two kids, and it surely isn't the most logical thing to fall in love with your enemy. -------------- A dark Harry fic with a little twist. Or maybe two.

"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.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked him. "Because I can and I will." He said moving closer to me. "Why does it have to be like this. We can work something out" I said trying to step away from him. My back hit the wall as he continued walking closer. His face was a few inches away from mine and we both just stood there in silence. "Because...I am dangerous" ~~~~ He was always so used to being listened to. Being one of the leaders in the world's most powerful gang. He knows how to kill, how to hunt his victims and get away with almost anything. He was one of the most beautiful, but dangerous men in the world. He was someone who had the power in his hands to do anything he wanted. Will one decision change his entire life? Will he finally get what he needs instead of what he wants? Keep reading to find out what is the decision that could possibly change his entire life and why. {Will contain sexual content and strong language read at your own risk} Highest ranking so far: #72 in craziness

!!!!!UNEDITED AND CRINGY AFF!!!!!! ______________ I take slow, unsure steps towards him and place my hands on his tense forearm and he softens at my touch. Only now could I hear the small sobs coming from him and it broke my heart even more listening to the pain and agony in his cries. His back was facing me but his body shook with his cries. "You h-hated me even if it was just for that split second and it hurts to know that I did that to myself because of myself. It h-hurt to hear you from the o-other side of that door, listening to you c-cry all because of me! I couldn't even comfort you because you hated me. I always fuck up and it still confuses me as to why you still choose to stay with me" he says and heaves in a breath "Because I love you Niall and I don't hate you. I don't think I ever will" ___________________________ Moving from another country was smooth for Sasha all because of that unmistakable person sitting beside her on the plane to her future Naturally, they both fell in love and things started getting complicated. Bullying, jealousy and trust issues try to break them apart but will they stay together. . Or will all those promises be broken? No copyright! This is an original idea of mine! But beware it might be a bit carroty since it's my first Enjoy! WARNING This story includes mature content - Previously named Foreign Exchange - [ SEQUEL 'AFTERMATH' IS UP !! ] Started: November 4 2016 Finished: August 21 2017

"Louis. You're my guardian angel. You saved my life." I say shakily. My voice is unstable and I can't even recognize it anymore. I squeeze his soft warm hand. His eyes scan every inch of my face before gently pushing my curls back. He shakes his head blankly. Unable to pull his stare away from my lips. "No Harry." He says. "You saved mine." ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° After the sudden death of Harrys sister, Gemma, he finds himself on the top of a building in New York. Him, his mom and his horrible stepdad had lived there for the past year. The torture of his depression and recent loss caused Harry to run away from home. His plan was to commit suicide, but as he was standing on the edge of the rooftop a blue eyed guy rescued him. Louis Tomlinson. Harry then refused to return home so Louis offered him shelter. Let's just say that it sure doesn't take long for Harry to fall in love with this stranger that he's now sharing an apartment with. How would Harry have known that this boy would not only save his life, but change it forever? ~All you need to do is survive~

Just a disclaimer guys, if you don't understand many of the comments, it's because this used to be a Zayn Malik fan fiction but as I am no longer into him, I decided to change it. -------------- "Why didn't you tell me!?" Damon yelled, hurt visible in his voice. I gulped the the bile in my throat as I felt Damon push me. I stumbled backwards and then clenched my fists. I threw countless punches to his abdomen and he just let me. "ANSWER ME!" He roared, he seemed to come back to his senses as his hands gripped onto my wrist, trying to stop me from punching him. I kept struggling, not wanting to feel any emotions right now, I can't! I don't want to betray my family! I don't want to disappoint Rodger. "No!" I protested. I kept trying to get out of his grip. "LOOK AT ME GOD DAMMIT!" He shouted, dominance in his voice. When I didn't obey he let out a growl as he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I screamed as I pounded my fists on his back, tears forming in my eyes as reality hit me. He pushed me against the wall and to support myself, I wrapped my legs around his waist. "WHY!" He yelled as he punched the wall behind me, probably leaving a dent but I didn't flinch. Tears were threatening to fall but I had to force them to stay inside. I blinked them away as I made sure my voice wasn't going to crack. "YOU EXPECT ME TO TELL YOU THAT I'M IN A GANG!?" I yelled in his face, he placed his forehead against mine, both of us breathing heavily. Why did you have to be my enemy, Damon, why? {Started: 25-6-18} {Ended: 22-6-19}

I think--I think when it's all over, It just comes back in flashes, you know? It's like a kaleidoscope of memories. It just all comes back. But he never does. I think part of me knew the second I saw him that this would happen. It's not really anything he said or anything he did, It was the feeling that came along with it. And the crazy thing is I don't know if I'm ever gonna feel that way again. But I don't know if I should. I knew his world moved too fast and burned too bright. But I just thought, how can the devil be pulling you toward someone who looks so much like an angel when he smiles at you? Maybe he knew that when he saw me. I guess I just lost my balance. I think that the worst part of it all wasn't losing him. It was losing me. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED