When Flare first saw One Direction, she didn't see a world-wide pop superstar band. She saw straight through the smile that one of them was wearing. She could tell that the hate he was receiving was getting to him. This is the story of how she helped make that smile real in the smallest of ways without ever meeting the boy whose name was Niall Horan. Bear with me guys, It's a work in progress!

Harry has bad jokes. ↳ all hilarious right reserved copyright © looselaces [abbey and sam productions] if you copy this story or any of our ideas that we write in this book, that's called plagiarism and you will have to deal with the wrath of abbey and sam ♡

❝ his kiss was like winter, chapped, cold, but somehow pure ecstasy.❞ a story where a girl with a messy past meets a boy with messy blonde hair, together they may just make a lovely mess. © 2014 nir-vana

″I'll be right beside you, nobody will break you.″

"Your Mission...get close to Harry And kill him" were his instructions.. They seemed simple, but were they? Can you get so close to someone and not fall. We all have secrets, but mine is no ordinary secret. I was kidnapped to do someone else's dirty work, kidnapped by someone I thought I could trust but you never know who to trust anymore. My Names Everly Myles and this is my story on how my world got turned upside down within 5 seconds. CURRENT COVER IS BY: @briisk Thank youuuu CopyRights ©2013-2014 Story By Takemehome_hazza All Rights Reserved.

When small time musician Caroline Mitchell is having a bad day, then finds herself trapped in a dark alley with no way out, she's finally convinced that the world likes playing practical jokes on her. Until the backdoor opens, and out goes Zayn Malik... Now she just couldn't figure out if her day just got better, or WORSE.

"Just be quiet, okay! You don't know anything about my life," I say pushing him away. "I know you need help," he says quietly. "I do not! Everything's under control, Harry!" But we both know I'm lying. I stare at my faded, worn black flip-flops, avoiding his green eyes. He steps forward, touching my shoulder, "So if everything's under control, then what happened to you yesterday?" He tries to get me to make eye contact and fails. "What happened with him Jessie? Did he hurt you?" He takes a closer look at me. "No he would never...look it's none of your business! I don't have to tell you anything," I yell, tears streaming down my bruised cheeks. I turn from him quickly and start to walk away. The next thing I know, I'm tripping over one of the tree limbs and looking up at the sky, Harry standing over me. But as I close my eyes, I see his face. The face of a man who has no morals. The face of a murderer that no one knows about (except me) with his cold, icy blue eyes staring at me and his guttural laugh. The face of my father.

Fifteen years. The number of normal every-day life. One day. The number of time when my life suddenly took a 180. 8000. The number of miles I was taken away from my home. Two. The number of parents I will never see again, Two weeks. The number of weeks I lived with kidnappers, rapists, and murderers. Three times. The number of times I lost my innocence to three different men. Four months. The number of months I lived a semi-normal but hectic life with practically strangers. Two. The number of children I carried Two. The number of times I was kidnapped. One week. The number of weeks I was held hostage. Thirty. The number of times I probably passed out or fainted. One hundred plus. The number of times I cried and felt sorry for myself. Six months. The number of months I waited until I got to see my children. Thirty seconds. The number of seconds it took before my life fully crumbled before my very eyes. A moment. How long it took for it all to start over again. Save Them, Please? *Sequel to 'Help Me, Please?*