What happens when your bestfriend/lover is brutally murdered. You start blaming yourself for it. That's exactly what Tayla Dawson is doing. But what if it turned out to be one big lie? This fanfiction is a mix of love and loss. Read it to find out. The summary sucks, but the book is much better, i promise. I hadn't eaten for days. Spoken for weeks. Or been out of my house for months. It'd been almost four months. Three months and 19 days since he left. The pain was still numbing. It wasn't that pain where you scratch your knee or cut your leg. It was the feeling of loss. Never being able to see him again, it both physically and emotionally destroyed me, it really did. The vision in my head was so clear, i felt as if it would never leave me. The pain still lingered, when was it going to go away? Nobody knew. Three months and 19 days ago my best friend had been murdered. All the questions were still left unanswered, the pieces to the puzzle still missing. They still didn't know. Three months and 19 days ago, Harry Styles was taken away from my grasp. Forever.

Harry Styles is a player. He never stays with a girl for more than a week, and everyone knows it. Emily Blake is a 17 year old that never believed in the magic that is love. In fact, she hates the idea of it. She can't stand needing somebody. Her best friend, Eva, got them tickets to see One Direction backstage. Eva doesn't know it, but she's going to change both of Emily and Harry's life.

Being separated by the person you love the most isn't the best. What happens when Skye meets her ex again, after all this time? Do they still have the same love for eachother, or is it completely different? The adventures of the two unfold and hopefully, the love will go back to square one!

   How would you feel if your family got in a car crash and died? Where would you go? What would you do? Meet Chloe Davis. She's 17. What she doesn't know, is that her long lost uncle is One Direction's manager. What happens when he's your God father, and you have to live with One Direction? Living with 5 boys is hard, but living with 5 gorgeous, famous, British/Irish guys is harder.