Loving Harry was as easy as breathing. Until Harry's lungs slowly started to fail. Trigger Warnings: -Major illnesses/disorders and other unpleasant medical things, unidentified disease, sadness, and so on. - Unhappy ending (Please don't even start reading it if you don't like sad books or sad endings, I promise you it's not a happy story and I don't want to upset anyone).

Louis lives in London, England with his best friend Michael. He is who he is, and thats loud, cheeky and fun. And did I mention he was gay? He's covered in tattoos and curses a lot. Getting over a horrible break up, Louis is struggling. But what happens when Michael befriends the boy band One Direction, and brings them to their apartment? (WILL CONTAIN A LOT OF SWEARING, SMUT AND WHAT HAVE YOU. <3)

I've been on every medication out there.Merely scratching the surface of my depression. What's difficult about dealing with depression is that it can manifest it self in a number of different ways. For some it's merely a short bout of sadness, that resolves on it's own, But for others including me, it's a long running presence that makes you feel ineffective as well as hopeless. What if? Just what if there was some one there for you? in the long run. Saving you from those suicidal thoughts, making you care. What if that one boy took you away from all that and made you feel like number one. As if you were on top of the world, but only if it were that simple, in fact what if that boy existed?