Louis Tomlinson was popular, nobody could deny it. He wasn't the usual asshole like normal guys, and he was well liked by everyone. Funny, charming, athletic, attractive, Louis had the perfect life. So why would he kill himself? Was it an Accident? Or self inflicted? Nobody could deny they were shocked, but yet they all believed that Louis had killed himself. What if...What if Louis Tomlinson's death wasn't a suicide? What if Louis' death was a murder? I guess we'll never know...or will we?

16 year old Niall Horan was a sweetheart. Always going out of his way to help people, treating girls as they should be treated, and always had a smile on his face. That was until he was put into a group, and became the world's biggest boyband. But fame can change a 16 year old, and it definitely changed Niall. And it wasn't for the better. Some would say he was just a downright asshole. Showing up drunk for practises or not showing up at all, pictured with a different girl every night, and barely talked to his so called "Best Friends". If Fame could change him into something he said he'd never become, was there any hope he could change back into that loveable 16 year old again? When forced to maintain a close relationship with an old rival, Niall can either choose to carry on with his bad ass attitude, or allow himself to accept love back into his life. He wouldn't be only one who could be catching feelings...

Even the Devil was an Angel once.

Expect the Unexpected

Like many typical girls, eighteen year-old Rachel Morgan falls head over heels for an out-of-reach guy, named Harry Styles, who, in her presence, tints her cheeks red, strips her of her vocabulary, and has all of the Earth's butterflies fluttering to her stomach. While her long-time best friend Niall is spilling his juice or crumbs from his Nando's chicken all over their usual cafeteria table, Rachel is spilling over Harry with her friends, Nat and Ashley. The only downside to Harry's lush, brown curls, cheeky dimples, and sensual, green eyes is that while he's wearing his husky blazers, preppy Jack Wills hoodies, or rusty Ramones t-shirts, he's got Rachel feeling like she's wearing an invisible cloak. But after joining the volleyball team, she dumps her invisible cloak for a jersey as Harry, who's also on the volleyball team, begins flirting with her. After the two go on an unplanned, syrupy adventure, they find themselves more close to each other than ever - that is, until a new guy moves into town; Zayn Malik. Starting off as a shy, artistic, and mysterious friend to Rachel, Zayn soon becomes the only wedge that could come between her fairy-tale relationship with Harry. Being Zayn's best friend, Liam Payne, the school jock, helps to further Rachel and Zayn's relationship. To complicate things even further, her best friends, Niall and Louis, begin to harbour secrets and spin cobwebs of their own. Then, a new girl with some baggage enrols into Beakman High School and gives Rachel an unpleasant feeling. What do you do when love gets complicated?

I wasn't always like this. I used to be happy. I used to be the popular girl and I used to smile. But I was an entirely different person now. Life had done that to me. Every thing all happened at once. After the death of my father my life had been flipped upside down. Troy had used me and done something to me that I could never ever forget. He ruined me. I had no clue what was to happen next in my life. I had experienced love, heartbreak and death all at once. Why are all of these people so protective of me? Am I next to die after my father? Why am I always so paranoid? No one knows how my father died, or at least I don't. I know they're all hiding it from me...I just know it. I'm trying to get over it but I can't. Mother won't either. Every time I try to tell her to move on she tells me "You'll never understand love Annie." That's right, cause I won't. It's a bunch of bullshit...love is for idiots. Harry and Niall protect me like they're my bodyguards. I don't need 24 hour protection. I'm not a criminal, nor am I to be hunted down. Or so I think. I can't erase my past, and the horrible things that were done to me and forced upon me. I even keep my story a secret. I'd rather have everyone think that what they knew was the truth, than for them to know what the real truth was; simply because I didn't want it to be brought up again. I find it hard to believe that there's some light out there coming my way. And then there he came. The light of my life. I just have to try and keep him alive with me.

Mistakes are sometimes the best memories.