"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

Zoe, Alfie, Jim, Tanya, Niomi, Marcus and Joe were meant to have a lovely day out to Brighton Beach. But Joe din't watch the road as well as he should have, he always drove to fast. All of the youtubers are badly hurt, but at least they're awake. Will Alfie survive without his Soul Mate? How will Joe cope without his older sister? What will Louise do without her chummy? Will Tanya, Niomi, Marcus and Jim be left without their dear friend?

The sun's rays flashed through the window of the room. I sat up to get a clearer view of the whole room but my vision was blurred and my head was a little woozy. The closet was near the bed and the headboard had two lamps near it. I can't help but think this setting was all too familiar. I moved to the side of the bed to stand up when I caught sight of Joe's head. My feet had almost stepped on him but luckily I had noticed him. He was lying down, sleeping on the floor. A comforter that looked less comfier than what I used surrounded him whilst a small pillow supported his sleeping head. I threw myself silently back to the bed, breathing in the air and trying to piece up the events last night that obviously resulted in me sleeping on Joe's bed.