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Punk Direction edits here(; One Direction is everything.

[thepunkdirection]

The Runner (Chapter 8)

I felt something. I didn’t quite know what I felt. It wasn’t something as cliché as fireworks or butterflies. No, it was something much deeper than that. As I kissed him, I felt as if I was falling into his soul, seeing the great depths of his soul. His happiness, his grief, I could feel every bit of it. This intrigued me, how could complex could one person really be? He was just another seemingly troubled, dark, “I don’t care about anything but myself” teenage boy. Or was he? He was peculiar. He was attractive, but more than that. He was polite, funny, and just a great guy to be around. Good company. I felt him, I felt each bit of pain, each moment of joy, every smile or frown that ever landed upon his lips. I could feel him. He was beautiful. “Kate?” I heard him say. I guess the kiss had ended sooner than I had thought. I opened my eyes and looked up at him, both of us still rather close to each other. “So you’re one of those guys?” “One of what guys?” “The kind that kiss on the first date?” I said, mockingly. He rolled his eyes and tried to hide his smile while opening the passenger door or his car for me.

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"Okay technically that wasn’t our first date," Harry argued. “Technically it was!” I fought back. “No! After the concert!” “I would hardly call that a date. That was more of a rescue.” “That was a date!” “Maybe a sympathy date,” I joked. “Oh ouch, that one hurt!” Harry joked. We were both laughing, just enjoying each others company. I did like talking with him , he was actually fun. He put on the act during school, but one-on-one, he was quite the character. We pulled up to my house. I turned to get out of my seatbelt, and before I knew it, Harry was already out of the car and had opened my door for me. He walked me to my door in silence. “So…” I started. “So, I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning?” “Oh really?” “Yes really.” “Well fine. But you shouldn’t expect me to be up and at ‘me at the crack of dawn. I need my rest.” I said sarcastically. He smiled, “Whatever you say.” he took my hand and kissed it softly and daintily. Then walked down the steps and back to his car, driving off into the cool night.

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Can you please put more! Sorry but they are really good

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your fanfic is so amazing i know the saying quality over quantity but it is the best fanfic i have ever read! Maybe if you could get a story up every 1-3 weeks please and thank you for being awesome

thank you so much! trying my best! xo.

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you updated I aM SCREAMING IT'S AMAZING ILY AND JUST THANK YOU SO MUCH KSKFJS IM SO HAPPY

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@Real_Liam_Payne I can promise I am not engaged this I can promise you. I’m only 17 I love green beans. Happy Birthday, angel. Thanks for being an amazing(ly hot) human being. Don’t let anyone bring you down. We all love you.

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punk edits…awwh sur We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/74133903/via/ElkaCaficko

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so Hello c: I like your fanfic so much and it's really cool story about punk Harry Styles. I'm your fan hahah So i think that in my country Directioners would be very interesting in this story, so that's why i decided to translata it. you let me do this? c:

Sure as long as you give me credit, that's great babe! 

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The Runner (Chapter 7- Part 2)

"Shit." I heard Harry mumble as I earned myself my final strike, winning the game once and for all. I mockingly skipped over to him, grabbing his hand and pulled him up. "Alright Styles, go win me something good!" Harry smirked and rolled his eyes, pulling my hand towards one of the games. He walked over towards The Strength Tester and picked up the hammer. He rolled up his sleeves, tensed his muscle, and slammed the hammer onto the target beneath him. The light flew up, colors flashing, and without a doubt, Harry managed to make the light go all the way to the top, achieving the new high score and ultimately winning the game. He turned to me, smiling cockily as he usually did. "Wow." I said quietly. He handed me a large purple bear, his prize for being the strongest player of the game. "Thanks," I mumbled, still surprised by the burst of strength that shot through Harry's arms. Sure, it was an arcade game, but he was really built. We sat down in one of the booths, with a slice of steaming pizza in each of our plates. The booths were off of the bowling alleys, so Harry and I could converse only with the ominous sound of bowlers nearby. "Good date so far?" Harry questioned. "Well lets see I kicked your ass at bowling, got a nice prize, and now I have pizza? You're the dream, Styles." I said sarcastically. "Oh please, I let you win." "I'm sure you did," I replied with an eye roll. "You're a lot different than you come across. " "And how did I come across?" "Well in school, you seem like the stereotypical smart, beautiful, normal girl that you are. Just you have more of a soul. " "A soul?" "Most of the people there would be too afraid to even talk to me, let alone go on a date with me. I've been told I'm rather intimidating. I just stick with my group of friends. " I nodded as we got up and headed toward his car. A soul? I mean, sure I thought I had a decent character, but I felt I was just being myself with him. Most girls lusted after Harry behind his back, too nervous or scared to admit their longing to him. And some were just intimated, by his looks, his personality, whatever fit the boot. "Kate?" I turned and found Harry much closer to me than before. "Yes?" "Do you think I'm intimidating?" he said, somewhat curious, and somewhat teasing. His voice sounded like pure foreplay, I suddenly found myself wanting to him to touch me, his raspy voice whispering sweet nothingness into my ear as we did as all teenagers find themselves doing. I didn't answer for some time. "Do you?" he urged, leaning closer, until there was no more space in between me and him. He was kissing me, and the funny thing was as reluctant as I wanted to seem, I found myself kissing him back.

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No seriously, it so frustrating, you come, answer your asks, leave for 2 weeks and I follow your personal too, and you post there everyday. Why can't you just be on this account? Or countinue the runner? Ugh I really loved your fanfic :/

i'm looking for a new co-owner rightnow so you guys can be updated more often i'm sorry my phone & computer and automatically logged into my personal so i'm usually on that i'm sorry bc high school x.