In an underground punk club, Harry's drinking his life away, but unknown to Harry there are little surprises around the next corner, who may just be the key to what Harry really needs.

Harry was gentle, an angel for everyone who knew him. Harry was tall, really tall. He had an slender body, but not in a unhealthy way; he was well built, his long torso connected with his kilometric and, just in the perfect amount, muscled legs. His hands were big but always gentle, his skin white as porcelain always with a light blush on his cheeks. Harry's soft chocolate curls always laid wildly on top of his head was always under a flower crown himself always made. And then, we had Louis Tomlinson, who was literally the opposite to the lovely Harry. Louis was one of those who were feared for everyone, his attitude was bad to say the least. Lou was part of a gang, people said that they were drug dealers, that they were always vandalizing buildings including their own school and if you asked the right people they would tell you how they stole from every store they had the opportunity to do so. Sadly, just half of all the things people heard about him were true. They were made for each other, their relationship was meant to be but it was not a pleasure cruise, after all, all the things that are worthy in this life take a little bit more.

Louis is a regular at the small café Coffee Crave, and he starts to take interest in a new customer. It might be the emerald eyes that dart around the tiny shop nervously, or the way that his cherry lips are pulled into a frown most of the time, but Louis instantly wants to help the boy. It doesn't help that there are pink scars lining the boy's wrist. He feels the urge to hold him and whisper sweet nothings into the boy's ear. To kiss him until he is dizzy off of love. He should miss his recent ex Eleanor; but all he can think about is the curly haired boy and the way it would feel to have him in his arms.

*Book One* Niall Has Autism; Always has, always will. But he doesn’t let anything stand in his way. From his abusive stepfather, or his careless mother, Niall knows he can escape it all by closing his eyes and dreaming of all the promises Zayn, his strepbrother, makes him. He promises to take Niall away from it all. He swears that Niall will be safe from those monsters they call parents. He’s feed up with everyone treating Niall like he doesn’t mater because Zayn knows Niall has feelings. Even if the boy doesn’t understand why people hate him so much; Zayn knows that deep down Niall is aching for someone to sweep him off his feet and give him his own fairytale which he fills his head with every day. Zarry version: http://www.wattpad.com/story/14947405-louder-than-lions%E2%94%82zarry-stalik-au *Bromance Awards Summer 2013-Popular Ziall First Place Winner* Copyright © 2013, Zialltops & Anonymous43 on Wattpad. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED (Zialltops & Anonymous43 Collaboration)

“Mhm. Soulmates, the two of them.” Harry lays back on the grass, shielding the sun from his eyes with his arm. The last thing Louis needed was the sun shining down on Harry, not that he was staring or anything. “Do you have a soulmate?” He asks, curious to how matchmaking worked. It must be nice, watching people around you fall in love. “I do. Somewhere. Everyone has one.” or the one where Louis finds out he's the son of Athena, Harry keeps matching him with the wrong people, Niall accidentally breaks into Louis's flat and Liam doesn't know when to stop asking out Zayn.

Celestina has a weird life and it only getting weirder