5 Seconds of Summer & One Direction -crossover- Multiple Ships. warnings: triggering. anorexia, self-harm, depression, bullying, swearing. Disclaimer: I do not own anyone in this story. ~ "Want an oreo?" Who knew one sentence could change someone's life so much?

[BEING PUBLISHED -- sample and more info inside] One girl. One camp for delinquents. One hell of a summer. Falice Winters has always been the goody-two shoes. Her twin Arabelle . . . not so much. So what happens when their dad plans to ship Arabelle off to a camp to clean up her act? Well, naturally, Arabelle would find a way out. Her solution? Falice! It was a simple plan: Falice would pretend to be Arabelle and go to the delinquent camp while Arabelle got to have the time of her life with her boyfriend in London. Falice thought her summer was going to consist of sitting on the couch reading novels all day or hanging out with her friends. Never did it cross her mind that she would be pretending to be her sister in a camp of delinquents. But now she's stuck at a camp all summer where being rude is the new "in." And everything turns for the worse when someone figures out her secret. Will Falice survive the summer? Or will everyone learn that she's faking delinquency?

We always thought nothing could tear them apart. That no matter what happened, they would always be together. That their friendship was unbreakable. The boys thought the same. But when Niall disappears, everything changes. It’s a story of friendship, tears, adventures, confusion and pain.

My flat's balcony was 10 stories high, and above the highway. I ran over to the ledge and climbed over he rail. My hands holding on the the rail, and my heels holding onto the ledge. "Whoa! Love!? What are you doing!?" One of the boys shouted in an accent I hadn't really heard around this part of England. "Babe!? What ever you're about to do, stop!" A British accent shot. "Are you drunk?!" One asked. "You don't know anything!" I shouted back, not looking at them. The flat's ledges weren't far from each other, just about 2 feet (in America). The blonde boy had jumped over his flat's ledge onto mine. "Go away!" I shouted. I didn't want their help, or their pity charity. "Love, why are you being so cross?" He asked me. "You don't know anything!" I shouted again. "Babe, you're going to get hurt. Come down off the ledge." He said quietly. I was breathing heavy, and was staring down at the never ending traffic below me. Jump. Do it. You have no one. No one loves you. Your life has not meaning, Grace. Do it. Jump. NOW! I took one last, small breath before letting go of the railing. I was falling, falling so fast. The adreniline was incredible. I was flying. Then, everything went black. READ THE SEQUEL: A DAY IN THE LIFE OF ADELINE HORAN