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{PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION - CONTAINS SUICIDE, DEPRESSION AND SELF-HARM; MAY TRIGGER} Zayn Malik, 16 year old highschool student in Bradford. No one really cared about him, or what happened to him, he was just that weird kid, Zayn Malik who never spoke to anyone and got bullied. Liam Payne, just turned 17, originally from Wolverhampton, but had recently moved to Bradford, to the exact same school Zayn happens to go to... Coincidence, much? Liam is instantly encircled in a group of friends; Harry, Niall, Louis and Josh. But what happens when a certain lonely looking boy with messy raven black locks catches Liam's eye, and Liam wants to get to know him, to help him? And despite everyone telling him Zayn is a no one, and he's not worth it, Liam still wants to knock down those walls that Zayn has built up over the years. But the thing is, will Zayn let him? And will Liam fight for him? No one's perfect, but to Liam, Zayn is the closest thing your going to get. Zayn may be broken, but all that's broke must be fixed. Zayn may not be perfect, but he's pretty close, even if he doesn't see that. He's Perfectly Imperfect, and that's the best you can ever be.

*BOYXBOY EXTREME* Innocent, pure Harry with dark Niall. What will Harry do? Stay, fight, learn to love? What will Niall do to protect his claim? Use fear, charm, love? Could be everything in between. *warning; includes swearing, smut, other*

Three things happened simultaneously: the beer bottle dropped from his hand and shattered on the floor, my father let out a deep, throaty chuckle, and his hand had struck me across the face. I put my hand on the spot he had just hit and felt the heat and sting of the impact. I looked down at the broken beer bottle, still holding my hand on my cheek, and I felt a heavy boot kick into my waist. I fought back tears and stayed silent. After a few moments, I heard the footsteps retreating and the sound of a door slamming shut. When I was sure he was gone, I looked away from the broken bottle, and tears welled up in my eyes. I never showed my weaknesses to my father, happiness was the last thing I wanted to give him. After a few minutes, I pulled myself off the floor and slowly approached my dresser, cautiously opening the top drawer and moving some socks out of the way. I pulled out a long blade, and with trembling hands, slid it across my wrist, adding to the collection of scars. I began to quietly sing a familiar tune that seemed to comfort me in times like this: “Heart beats harder, time escapes me, trembling hands touch skin, it makes it harder, and the tears stream down my face. If we could only have this life for one more day, if we could only turn back time…” My voice trailed off and I drifted to sleep.

Self Harm is an addiction. An eating disorder is a constant demon in your mind. Depression is something you don't just 'move on' from, it's constantly there. Having to fight the constant triggers around him, Niall Horan is slowly lapsing back into his depression. The strong urges are constantly there, and even having a boyfriend as perfect as Zayn Malik doesn't seem to be helping. He knows he SHOULD be happy, but he isn't, and he thinks he's forgot how to be 'happy'. and he's battling this alone while trying to hide it from his boyfriend. Sooner or later it'll all get to much and he'll end up back where he started.

"Your smothies will be ready in just a moment" I smile and move onto the next customer From the pick up station I hear a laugh and look over to the five boys who all seem to be staring at me. The boy with the curly hair who ordered stared at me and walked over and leaned on the counter. "Hi Jordan" he smirks at me. How does he know my name!? "We meet again"Realisation smacks me right in the face. "Harry Styles" I grimace, my childhood bully and best friend Fudge Cakes

Valerie Thompson was born to be a dancer. That was, until the not so accidental accident. That's when, homeless, her best friend in the world Danielle Peazer took her in to live with her and her boyfriend, world famous popstar Liam Payne. Valerie gets to know Liam's superstar bandmates, who turn out to be regular people. Will romance transpire? Or will trouble arise? What if jealousy is mixed in?

Calista Blake is an aspiring dancer in New York City. One Direction is a British-Irish boy band scheming to take over the world with their angelic voices and gorgeous faces. Calista and her best friend, Bailey Green, get the chance to become background dancers for the boys leading them into a crazy world of cute guys, crazy fans, and more than enough dancing. They were definitely ready for tour.