Damian Owens refuses to take his medication. He consistently ditches therapy sessions, and won't speak a word to the living. Timothy Edward Richard McKinnon is your typical little fairy princess, sweet, innocent and an open heart full of love. He's the kind of kid who refuses to leave anyone behind, no matter how far underwater they drag him down. He doesn't give up on anybody. After Timmy's relocation to the rainy town of Ashland, their worlds collide in the most unexpected of places. He accidentally stumbles upon Damian and is granted the gift of hearing him speak. Although innocent on the surface, the younger boy will teach the other some of the darkest and most valuable lessons, starting with the importance of moving on, even when it seems impossible. cover credit to Amelia_Vale

Harry's perfect. He has the best girlfriend you can have, the looks, and the popularity. He's confident, except when it comes to one thing. Louis Tomlinson. Louis has bullied him for as long as he can remember. He's the man-whore in school, he gets the girls, and everybody likes him. His body is covered in tattoos and he has a lip, a nose ring and a stud in his eyebrow. Yeah, he's a punk. The thing is, Louis' jealous. He wants to have the 'kind' girls too, not just the sluts. He wants to rule the school, and he can't if Harry Styles is in the way. One day, Zayn bets Louis that he can't kiss Harry without Harry rejecting him, or that Harry's girlfriend, Sarah Hamilton, catches them doing so. Louis has always liked Zayn's bets and won't back down on this one either, even if it's for nothing. So, he does what he's told. What he didn't expect though, was to feel something in that kiss. Highest Rankings: #4 in Larry #94 in Fanfiction

"I'm a monster!" he shouted in my face, his veins popping out on his neck. I tried to hold my tears but failed, all these months of patience and anger caused my body to shake, my heart was pounding so loud in my chest that my blood was boiling in my veins. "No Harry! You're not a monster!" I cried out loud, my chest rising and falling from my heavy breathing. He clenched his jaw and fisted his palms and in seconds, he punched the wall that was behind me right next to me, making me gasp for air. All the anger that built inside me was now replaced by fear as his piercing green eyes turned to a darker shade. "How can you say that after what I did to you?" he hissed, his hot breath hitting my swollen lips, his nostrils flaring. I took a deep shakey breath before I parted my lips to answer him. "Because I can see through you, Harry. I can see your innocence."