"I use cutting as an alternative to committing suicide. The blood reminds me I'm alive, and it's oddly comforting. It's my only escape from this hell." WARNING: triggers like self harm are a common occurrence in this particular fan fic, also there's swearing, if that bothers you haha

Luke Hemmings is a homeless boy living on the streets of London. He has been alone for so long, he's forgotten what it's like to have a friend. What it's like to have someone actually care for you, to care about you. That is until Ashton Irwin, a 19 year old with a teenage girl giggle, stumbles into his life. Ashton shares a house with his school friends Michael Clifford and Calum Hood, and when he finds Luke out on the cold streets, he helps give him a home. After all those years of being ignored by everyone who passes him, Luke isn't used to human interaction and doesn't fit in well with the boys. Will Ashton be able to help Luke, or will Luke stay cold forever?

"Welcome one and all to the Circo Di Stupore!" The ringer leader yelled to crowds. "Come and see the lions, the freak show, the acrobats, whatever tickles your fantasy! Come one and all! Bring the kids! I promise you won't forget it! Once a year! Only once a year!" Luke leaned against the wall, watching Calum - the ringleader - yell to the crowds like always. It was the life of an a circus performer. © Copyright 2015 ChangeFate