Book 1 HomeLess Book 2 ReckLess Book 3 SenseLess Being homeless isn't the end of the world. At least, that's what Zachary thought when he found himself on the streets after being kicked out at seventeen. It hadn't been his fault. His father had used him as a scapegoat and won his mother over, thinking that her husband was telling the truth about his cheating and that Zachary was the one who was bringing women over, trying to ruin their marriage. He'd argued his side, but once his mother decided on something, her mind would not be changed. That's how he came to live in the alley near the end of 73rd street between the old bakery and a laundromat. It wasn't anything special, but after three years he'd managed to spruce up the place and make it almost-bearable to live in. Over the years he'd made friends with random people he often passed on the streets and did manage to hold down a few random jobs, but like everything else, they came, then went. Now he was left with fifteen dollars and twenty-two cents, a torn blanket, one outfit, and a dream for a better life. He just didn't know that he'd find it somewhere he'd never thought to look... or with someone he never knew he'd want.

The one where the girly gay and bad boy fall for each other Fem!luke Punk!micheal

I live in an apartment with my two best mates. He lives with his two, aggressive older siblings. I play football. He plays the gutair. Im a Devil from Heavan. He's an Angel from Hell. But we have one thing common. We're both just hidden in the shadows...

"Want anything to drink?" "AB positive sounds pretty good, if you have any."

Larry Stylinson fanfiction. BDSM. Harry Dom and Louis is his sub of course. you should read this. trust me it'll be good **WARNING** MATURE CONTENT!

"It's hard letting go. I'm finally at peace but it feels wrong." {Under going editing. It's being rewritten from the beginning, grammatical errors are being fixed. Should be completely edited and polished by December}