It only takes One Night to fall in love... To change a life, for everything to come undone. But it takes more than one night to discover someone's darkest secrets... Will love be enough to mend the broken past and present or will things be torn apart with every secret? (Warning: AU - boys aren't famous)

*Written in 2014* Book One in the Darien Grace Chronicles He was my siren song and all other melodies just seemed to pale in comparison.

Evie Jones was seemingly in tact. Her life was a representation of perfection. Niall Horan was seemingly self-assured. His life a representation of indifference. On the outside, they were ideal; in no way flawed. But that was the outside- A mirage of falsity. Evie and Niall were platonic. An innocent friendship between two neighbours. But what happens when the outside walls begin to crumble and their built up perfections vanish? Will they step away? Or will they find love and stay? Niall Horan AU - this is fiction. *NOT TRANSLATING* This story will deal with issues that may cause personal triggers - depression, anxiety, and other mental disorders. If you struggle with any of these things, don't hesitate to talk to someone (a professional). You are loved and have a purpose.

H.S. Z.M. 1D. When America's Sweetheart, Ludmilla Hanson, is admitted into rehab, she asks her identical twin sister, Camilla, for a favor. She needs Cami to take her place during the shootings of a new major movie. Normally, it wouldn't be a problem for Cami—she's used to do everything her sister wants—except this is THE Movie of the year, featuring none other than Harry Styles—and he kinda makes her jittery. Follow Cami, Harry and Zayn on Set as they deal with acting, singing and crazy fans. ____________ Excerpt: Harry grabbed my arm, stopping my escape. Slowly, I turned around to face him, my eyes full of tears. “Why’d you lie, Cami?” he asked. “If that’s even your actual name.” Through my blurred vision, I looked at him. His dark curls covered his eyes, and I couldn’t see him properly. Was he mad? It felt like he was mad—the grip on my arm was tight. “Answer me,” he shouted.