The Day Sinked In
This little girl creeped me out. She stared at us intently, whenever she walked, I wanted to protect myself... and kill Liam.
"What're your names?" She asked us.
"Liam."
"Zayn."
"Niall."
"Harry."
"Louis."
"Huh. British people. I'm Stephanie Judith Tanner, and why are you wearing tight jeans?" She asked blindly.
"Well we are singers and these idiots made a dimension portal that sent us here." Liam said that sounded like gloating.
1D as President-Appointed Inter
"Hey gentlemen, you don't mind going to America, to work with siblings to save a missing captive, as that's why a captive group came to mind." Our president came in.
"Well. Team 1D?" Louis put his hand in the middle. Everyone looked at him, and nodded. I put my hand in next, and everyone did afterwards, and we all high-fived each other.
"Great. You're teaming up with Jason and Skylar Brown."
"A girl?" We all laughed. But Ms. President looked sterned.
"You-you're not joking?" Harry asked.
"No, Mr. Styles, and you should feel ashamed. Now, Team 1D, head to the jet, you have hours' time to head to America." And we all walked out, thinking: We don't work well with girls. national Spies
Harry Styles, the Womanizing Boxer
Harry Styles. A 20 year old uni student. A boy with a dark past and a dark secret. People see him as a womanizer and a violent person because he's a boxer. He's always been an angry guy but his heart is filled with good intentions. When he meets Brianna, will everything change for him? Will he love again?
“I- I volunteer” Harry spoke loudly, trying his hardest to keep his voice clear before hurrying to the stage, ignoring the screams from his mother and Morgan who looked so confused and betrayed. He wasn’t thinking right, though. The young boy, Giles began crying, probably with relief and fell to his knees before being dragged to his family by the peacekeepers as
HIt hurts, but Harry's voice has always been like morphine to me, it has always taken the pain away. Any time I’m upset just the warm hum of his voice is enough to calm me down, and I don’t know why. I feel my breathing steady and I bury my face in the crook of his neck. The shame I know I should feel is outweighed by the safety I always get in his arms. I wish I was stronger and I could put my walls back up to save some of my dignity, but I can’t and I’m not strongarry Styles = Morphine Addiction
