My flat's balcony was 10 stories high, and above the highway. I ran over to the ledge and climbed over he rail. My hands holding on the the rail, and my heels holding onto the ledge. "Whoa! Love!? What are you doing!?" One of the boys shouted in an accent I hadn't really heard around this part of England. "Babe!? What ever you're about to do, stop!" A British accent shot. "Are you drunk?!" One asked. "You don't know anything!" I shouted back, not looking at them. The flat's ledges weren't far from each other, just about 2 feet (in America). The blonde boy had jumped over his flat's ledge onto mine. "Go away!" I shouted. I didn't want their help, or their pity charity. "Love, why are you being so cross?" He asked me. "You don't know anything!" I shouted again. "Babe, you're going to get hurt. Come down off the ledge." He said quietly. I was breathing heavy, and was staring down at the never ending traffic below me. Jump. Do it. You have no one. No one loves you. Your life has not meaning, Grace. Do it. Jump. NOW! I took one last, small breath before letting go of the railing. I was falling, falling so fast. The adreniline was incredible. I was flying. Then, everything went black. READ THE SEQUEL: A DAY IN THE LIFE OF ADELINE HORAN

'Let's switch roles. This time I'll be the one to hurt you, to make sure I lose connections with you and have you cry at night. I won't be the one in pain, I won't be the one losing sleep, and ultimately I won't be the one to get hurt anymore. Let's see how much of this you can take because when you did it to me, I took so much of it. You don't realize how much it hurts until you experience it.' Niall Horan is the shy, quiet kid who walks past you in the hall- the one no one talks to. He's ignored and forgotten, chosen last in gym for the team, doesn't play sports- he's invisible. At least, to everyone except the school bad boys, Harry Styles and Zayn Malik. When Harry and Niall are paired together in AP Psychology for a project they're forced to see sides of each other that they didn't know existed. The two begin to open their eyes to just how alike they really are- and the troubled past the two share begins to catch up with them.

She doesn't remember anything. Their first date, their first kiss, the first time he bought her flowers, their first fight. She doesn't even know who he is. She's forgotten something horrible, something no one wants to remind her of. So what exactly happens when everything disappears?