I have everything I want. I got friends; Harry; Zayn; Liam; Niall... I have the best job we can imagine of; singer in the band One Direction. But if there is one thing I wish for... It is love. And if there is one thing I struggle to get... It is love.

'Hello class, my name is Miss Flack. I am the substitute teacher... So this term i have a project for you. It is in conjunction with my previous school. it will be a pen-pal project. The aim of this is for you to stop using mobiles computers and simply use a pen and paper' these words changed the lives of three boys. Harry Styles, Liam Payne and Zayn Malik start writing to a pupil each at Hall cross, but will it all be smooth sailing? Will they ever meet their mysterious Pen-Pal?

Harry and Katie Styles finally have the life they dreamed about. They're happily married with their first child on the way, and things couldn't be more perfect. The only thing they're worried about is the up and coming tour that's got Harry upset about missing out on his child's life. Meanwhile, the world tour has Katie worried about Harry's faithfulness while he's away from her for so long in America. Will things stay strong between the two, or will it fall apart around them? Find out in Life's Direction, the highly anticipated sequel of Daughter Direction.

"Just be quiet, okay! You don't know anything about my life," I say pushing him away. "I know you need help," he says quietly. "I do not! Everything's under control, Harry!" But we both know I'm lying. I stare at my faded, worn black flip-flops, avoiding his green eyes. He steps forward, touching my shoulder, "So if everything's under control, then what happened to you yesterday?" He tries to get me to make eye contact and fails. "What happened with him Jessie? Did he hurt you?" He takes a closer look at me. "No he would never...look it's none of your business! I don't have to tell you anything," I yell, tears streaming down my bruised cheeks. I turn from him quickly and start to walk away. The next thing I know, I'm tripping over one of the tree limbs and looking up at the sky, Harry standing over me. But as I close my eyes, I see his face. The face of a man who has no morals. The face of a murderer that no one knows about (except me) with his cold, icy blue eyes staring at me and his guttural laugh. The face of my father.

Dating your teacher in university is never the smartest thing, but who can help who they fall in love with. When Mr.Mava became know as Vincent to Maria everything seemed right, but can his illness stop them from being together in the future?