They started out as Best Friends and quickly drifted to strangers. Harry climbed his way up to the top of the popularity ladder while Niall slipped down. Niall came out as openly gay during his 7th year and since then his life has been nothing but hell. As Harry becomes more and more attached to this boy, Niall slips away. On August 27 he disappeared completely and Harry knew... it was his fault. They labeled the blonde as 'The Runaway'. DISCLAIMER! All Ideas in this story except for the names and appearances of the characters are mine! This story is copyrighted, meaning I do not allow for any translations, spin offs, or copying. Thanks for understanding.

"So what do we do?" "We can work something out. There's just one problem... We can't let your brother find out." ❁ Available now to order! Link in bio!

Harry Styles is a songwriter for boy band, Four Directions. He writes with the boys together, but Niall knows the band agrees on one thing. The songs Harry writes himself are the most amazing - especially the love songs. But there is a person behind every love song. And Niall starts to wonder who it is behind Harry's. © 2014, daysofspring, all rights reserved

That stupid, stupid kiss. Why did I have to say anything at all? Why couldn't I have waited a few more minutes? Why did he have to turn his head? Yeah, my name's Harry Styles and I just kissed my best mate on stage in front of thousands of screaming girls with thousands of high speed cameras. And I liked it. DISCLAIMER! All Ideas in this story except for the names and appearances of the characters are mine! This story is copyrighted, meaning I do not allow for any translations, spin offs, or copying. Thanks for understanding.

"I was always yours but you were never mine." Copyright © 2016 All Rights Reserved (coming soon) Twitter: hesraspyvoice

"Next!" The fortune teller calls. Michael smiled sheepishly at Ashton as he pulled back the curtain, walking in and taking his seat. They didn't believe in this crap; it was a dare. The fortune teller didn't look at her ball, or even Michael for that matter. She looked past his shoulder, her hands slightly shaking as they rested on the table. "You have a dark spirit following you." Who knew from that day, Michael's world would get turned upside down, all by a dark spirit named Luke Hemmings.

Michael didn't say much. Luke said nothing at all. Luke and Michael were perfect for each other. Silent. But still perfect. WINNER OF THE 'MUKE' BROMANCE AWARD ALSO AWARDED THE STORY WITH THE MOST VOTES OUT OF ALL OTHER CATAGORIES

Alexis chose the summer of 1996 to visit her Nonna in small, poorly known Clarkesville, Georgia. This year happens to be her favorite. Because a certain guy with ripped flannels, loose thick curls, and piercing green eyes won not only his thrilling illegal drag-races, but won the best trophy of them all. Her heart. [will contain mature content and much, much fluff]

{SEQUEL TO MUTE} Michael and Luke Clifford. They were perfect, until little April came along. {#114 in fanfiction}

The voices in Michael's head made him do it. Michael loves Luke. But Luke isn't so sure anymore. THIRD BOOK IN THE MUTE SERIES. MUST READ MUTE. AND SPEAK. BEFORE {highest ranking #40 in fanfiction}