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I felt the rain drops falling onto my cheek; slowly at first but then picking up the pace with each step I took. I grumbled to myself, knowing I would be soaked by the time I got home. My feet began to walk my body faster, splashing the shallow puddles that were forming. As much as I knew that I wouldn’t beat the rain that was progressively getting worse, I was hoping I could save myself from a few cold moments of walking. 
Soon enough, to my despair, the steady drizzle turned into a heavier pour. I sighed, knowing there was no hope. I passed building upon building, all of which were closed at this time of night. It was about 11pm, long past bedtime in my small town. I hadn’t meant to stay on campus late, but I lost track of time reading in the library. 
I started running as I began to realize how miserable I was becoming in the heavy downpour. My jeans were retaining more water than the clouds, my hair clumping together with moisture, and my shoes soaked through. There was nothing worse than wet socks. I figured I would be running the rest of the way home, until I saw the glow of a neon sign. It was hanging behind a glass window; a window that belonged to a diner. Normally, the diner wouldn’t catch my attention, but I had never been out in the town so late at night, looking for a place to go. 
It wasn’t the most pleasant of places. The usual crowd that hung around was no good. According to my mother they were drunks, addicts, or both. Since I was a child she had drilled the idea that I was not someone who would fit in at the diner. Most times, when walking home, I would simply pass by and not give the diner a second thought. Although tonight, the bright hue drew me in, knowing I could seek shelter until the rain lightened up. 
I opened the door, hearing the jingle of bells above me. A few people turned to see who had come in, losing interest when they saw the face of a nobody. I awkwardly looked around, scoping the place out. It was one of those vintage, diner cars. The interior was small, but decorated with every 50’s themed item imaginable. (Cont. in comments)

It’s that time! ⏰Sit back, relax, and enjoy #fanficfriday I felt the rain drops falling onto my cheek; slowly at first but then picking up the pace with each step I took. I grumbled to myself, knowing I would be soaked by the time I got home. My feet began to walk my body faster, splashing the shallow puddles that were forming. As much as I knew that I wouldn’t beat the rain that was progressively getting worse, I was hoping I could save myself from a few cold moments of walking. Soon enough, to my despair, the steady drizzle turned into a heavier pour. I sighed, knowing there was no hope. I passed building upon building, all of which were closed at this time of night. It was about 11pm, long past bedtime in my small town. I hadn’t meant to stay on campus late, but I lost track of time reading in the library. I started running as I began to realize how miserable I was becoming in the heavy downpour. My jeans were retaining more water than the clouds, my hair clumping together with moisture, and my shoes soaked through. There was nothing worse than wet socks. I figured I would be running the rest of the way home, until I saw the glow of a neon sign. It was hanging behind a glass window; a window that belonged to a diner. Normally, the diner wouldn’t catch my attention, but I had never been out in the town so late at night, looking for a place to go. It wasn’t the most pleasant of places. The usual crowd that hung around was no good. According to my mother they were drunks, addicts, or both. Since I was a child she had drilled the idea that I was not someone who would fit in at the diner. Most times, when walking home, I would simply pass by and not give the diner a second thought. Although tonight, the bright hue drew me in, knowing I could seek shelter until the rain lightened up. I opened the door, hearing the jingle of bells above me. A few people turned to see who had come in, losing interest when they saw the face of a nobody. I awkwardly looked around, scoping the place out. It was one of those vintage, diner cars. The interior was small, but decorated with every 50’s themed item imaginable. (Cont. in comments)

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"It doesn't mater what they say, Rae, don't let them define us." | Reagan Bailey has just landed her first real job as One Direction's campaign manager. How? She isn't quite sure. But what she is sure of is that Harry Styles is nothing but trouble. In this story about a size sixteen nobody and a famous boy band member Reagan and Harry go against the labels that have been given to them and attempt to stop them from defining who they really are. It's a love story second, a story of self-worth and discovery first, because in a world full of labels, you need to learn to love yourself before you could ever love anyone else. ———————————————— My favorite fanfiction I’ve written to date? Without a doubt it’s “Labels”. I mean, it didn’t win two awards for nothing 😏 Link in bio now 💁🏽‍♀️

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“I hope he found what he was looking for, and I hope he knows that he still has a place here with us. I know Louis thinks that he hates Zayn, but he doesn't, he's just angry. Just as Niall is sad, and Liam is disappointed. We're all allowed to feel, to grieve. We lost one of our own, and it's tougher than a death because he decided to leave us. But I try to remember that he chose himself over everyone else, and I don't think we can fault him for that. That was probably one of the hardest choices he'd ever have to make. Zayn deserved to be happy, I hope he finally is.” - “Infinity” by Oh Hipsta Please, link in bio now.

“I hope he found what he was looking for, and I hope he knows that he still has a place here with us. I know Louis thinks that he hates Zayn, but he doesn't, he's just angry. Just as Niall is sad, and Liam is disappointed. We're all allowed to feel, to grieve. We lost one of our own, and it's tougher than a death because he decided to leave us. But I try to remember that he chose himself over everyone else, and I don't think we can fault him for that. That was probably one of the hardest choices he'd ever have to make. Zayn deserved to be happy, I hope he finally is.” - “Infinity” by Oh Hipsta Please, link in bio now.

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Check Out Liam Payne's new song ft J Balvin 'Familiar' @liampayne @jbalvin #liampayne #jbalvin #familiar #liampaynefanfiction #liampayneedit #liampaynefanfic #liampaynefanfics #liampaynefan 'i love this song'

Check Out Liam Payne's new song ft J Balvin 'Familiar' @liampayne @jbalvin #liampayne #jbalvin #familiar #liampaynefanfiction #liampayneedit #liampaynefanfic #liampaynefanfics #liampaynefan 'i love this song'

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•-Cosa ci fai qui, mia piccola Moon?- le chiese dolcemente.
-Non lo so, io... sono così felice di vederti- rispose, guardandola negli occhi.
Lei scosse la testa, seria -Non dovresti esserlo- L’ammonì.
-Perché dici così?- chiese preoccupata nell’aver sbagliato qualcosa.
-Perché io sono morta, Moon. Mentre tu sei viva. Tu non dovresti essere qui- le disse. •
~Nightingale: la via di mezzo
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Un’amicizia talmente vera e pura, capace di sconfiggere persino la morte.
Penso che di tutte le relazioni, di amicizia e amore, scritte in Nightingale, quella di Effie e Moon (per me) sia la più bella.

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•-Cosa ci fai qui, mia piccola Moon?- le chiese dolcemente. -Non lo so, io... sono così felice di vederti- rispose, guardandola negli occhi. Lei scosse la testa, seria -Non dovresti esserlo- L’ammonì. -Perché dici così?- chiese preoccupata nell’aver sbagliato qualcosa. -Perché io sono morta, Moon. Mentre tu sei viva. Tu non dovresti essere qui- le disse. • ~Nightingale: la via di mezzo /// /// /// /// /// /// Un’amicizia talmente vera e pura, capace di sconfiggere persino la morte. Penso che di tutte le relazioni, di amicizia e amore, scritte in Nightingale, quella di Effie e Moon (per me) sia la più bella. #wattpad #wattpaditalia #nightingale #fanfiction #liampayne #liampaynefanfiction #onedirection #zaynmalik #louistomlinson #harrystyles #niallhoran #lilycollins #bully #cyberbullismo #storiaoriginale #storiasulbullismo #verità #amore #amicizia #lettere #usignolo #Moon #moonstories #Liveforthemoment01

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